[Hayley waited to move beyond the entrance until Dick had closed the door. Or, rather, that was her intention. When he moved to his bed without touching the door, she walked over and closed and locked it herself. It was a sort of compulsion she had developed on the Barge, never having experienced anything horrifying locked inside a room, but always out and about. She offered Dick a weak smile as she moved over to the couch, trying to explain in as few words as possible.] "I trust you more than I trust them."

[The inmate took a seat on the bit of his couch that wasn't covered, though she couldn't help but start to rummage through the heaps of clothes and gear, curious what she might find.] "You should lay down, unless that's more comfortable. Whenever you want to start talking, I'll just be listening."