A tall, lanky red headed guy with a scar running on his left cheek dressed in a leather sleeveless top, black jeans and boots entered her cell grinning. "Ah, the princess is awake at last. You know, you should consider yourself fortunate. We're not nearly so polite to cops. You should thank Jackson for that. He was hoping he'd get laid tonight - oh well..." he chuckled as he walked around her. "He asked me to spare you for him - but not for sex" he smirked.