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Scratching away with little more than a piece of chalk, an Asian woman scrawled out incoherent words and phrases in a jumbled mess of languages. Confiscation of these notes had been done on more than one occasion, but no useful information has been gathered as of yet. Figuring out the strange amalgam of Korean, Japanese, and English was as difficult as understanding its author. Still, the activity meant keeping Min-Ji placated which made everyone's lives easier. 

Guards came and went outside her cell without being paid any mind. Why bother when the room itself was more than capable of containing the less that intimidating figure. Her door was much easier to see through, being mostly made of a reinforced silica based material due to its poor conductivity. Made for an interesting show whenever it was lights out, like a thunderstorm in a box. 

Much like the guards there wasn't much attention paid to the woman making noise. This happened from time to time anyway as there was always someone with a grievance. Several minutes went by, and Min-Ji must have felt Abigail's eyes, because eventually the young woman's head drifted up and she stared across with a slightly dazed expression.