Anne sees that barely-hidden surprise, but she's used to it from back home. It doesn't really phase her anymore. She's not used to it on the Tranquility, where there are much stranger things than prison guards running around. So his obvious shock makes her do a double take.

"Yes. Really. My father was one, and I wanted to be just like him, so..." she shakes her head. She can tell how forced the laugh is, and it at least makes her feel like she can be straight with him.

"'Fun' isn't really the word for it. I liked it. It was something I was good at. I got into it to protect the inmates. From each other. But it turns out half the job is protecting them from the other guards. There's a hell of a lot of corruption. My dad was different, so I didn't realize it until I actually got into the work but... prison guards are horrible people. It seems like a lot of them don't even see criminals as human beings and they get into the job to take advantage of the power they get. It's shitty as hell is what it is. I knew this one guard who..."

No. She really doesn't need to be getting into the Sewell end of this topic. So instead she just shakes her head.

"So no. It wasn't fun. I loved it, but there was too much shit for it to be fun. The person I'm with now was one of the inmates, so I at least owe the job that much. But that's all."

And then she pauses.

"Fuck. I went off on a tangent, didn't I? I'm sorry..." with a heavy sigh, she runs a hand over her hair. She really did that, didn't she? She talked about something personal. It was apparently a sign of the apocalypse. "Apparently you're easy to talk to. Anyone ever tell you that?" and several silent moments of looking at the sandwich abomination. "What did you do for a job? Back home."