I'm sure you will eventually, since we're sharing the same prison. In the meantime, trust what you want.

[He laughs, yet it's a hollow sound. So much about Mayfield is shaping up to be a bad joke.]

Well, that only makes sense, right? We never talked back home, and I've only just arrived here. [A moment of silence; there's the quiet rustling of cloth, the soft crunch of boots on shingles as he shifts his weight.] Ah, maybe I shouldn't have said that....but it's not like we're going to be enemies, given the circumstances. [No war, no grudges (on his end, anyway)....it seems like a simple conclusion to come to.]