He nods back, smiling, though it fades when she touches his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Thanks.” He forces himself to look at her; he is sincere about it, it’s just difficult for him to talk about something like this even with people he's known forever. “Really, thanks.”

He's too surprised to hold back a comment, even if it would probably be better to drop the topic. "Wait, you said guards attack each other?" He only saw prisoners attacking each other at Alcatraz, but he's not at all surprised to think of prisoners attacking guards. Guards against guards, on the other hand, is something he never considered. He'd be in hot water if he fought with anyone who worked beside him--not just from the higher-ups, but because it'd show a lack of unity and invite attack.

In response to her last comment he nods. "People like to judge, even if they don't know anything."