“I don’t think you understand the weight of what it is I’m sayin’ Boyd, I ain’t jokin’.” Her voice lowered and eyes shifted to guards overseeing her call. She didn’t want them eavesdropping, regardless of whether or not the call was being recorded. Heels twisted lip sync out of view and uninjured shoulder gravitated to cold concrete wall. “I dislocated my arm, made promises to people I-I shouldn’t have just t’keep my nose clean.”

Crowder, times up.

"Alright, alright. Gimme a minute." Sighing in frustration she would comply, but not without hesitance. Frame slowly turned in their direction as she began her goodbye. "Listen, baby. I gotta go.” Brief pause befell the conversation as teeth gently worried bottom lip. “I’m countin’ on you.”