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This is Rosita. I'll hit you back when I can.

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[She knows how this goes by now. She's been waiting, because she has no idea who Gale is - not really - and she's sure as shit not giving this pairing system the time of day until she's forced. So it has to be him.

And when he does, she comes back, voice distinctly cool:]

Yeah? Well, you know who I am apparently, so that's that out of the way.

Such is the nature of such things, I'm afraid. Though I confess a more organic meeting would be preferable to an obligatory one.

Well, there was plenty of time for a more organic meeting.

But that's not how people do things around here. Other people aren't important until some asshole says their names together, and then suddenly we have to talk.

On my end of things, perhaps. There's certainly no obligation on yours.

Oh thank you.

[This is not sincere gratitude.]

What do you want?

To help, if there's need for it. I know there won't be, but it'd be bad form if I didn't offer.

Bad form.

Help with what?

Whatever you might need during our short time together.

And what about the other side of it?

What about being responsible for keeping me in line?

( That gets a bit of a laugh. )

Well, yes, there is that I suppose. Do you feel you're the sort that needs to have an eye kept on them at all times, or do you prefer more autonomy on the matter?

Doesn't really matter what I feel, does it?

I've already stabbed two people on board. Or was it three?

Because you wanted to or because this place pushed you to do it? Those are very different things.

Oh, I wanted to. It was exactly what I was trying to do.

( Ah. Well. )

Then it would seem our realistic options are as such. The first is I keep a set of eyes on you at all times, which I imagine would be the most likely thing to provoke you into something. The second is I tell you not to do it, which you may or may not listen to. The third is we twiddle our thumbs for the coming weeks, and should you find yourself in trouble, I'll take you to Zero as a slap on the wrist but knowing there's little other leverage to hold over you as a temporary assignment. I'll leave it to you to decide which seems most agreeable to your situation.

So, what, your solution is "I can't do anything to you so oh well, please don't stab anyone else?"

A solution suggests a problem. I don't see you as a problem. I don't even know you, and if I were to view everyone I knew who'd stabbed someone because they wanted to as problems, I'd have very few friends indeed. My preferred preventative method would be to become acquainted with you, something that seems sorely lacking when it comes to temporary pairings.

Are you really surprised that a relationship built solely because some asshole arbitrarily assigned one person to mind the other one isn't really successful?

I prefer to operate on a more "you get what you give" ideal. If the attitude is to not jump in head first and try, then, no, it's hardly surprising it won't work out. But an attempt ought to be made before failure is declared.

Yes. You get what you give.

And you're here as an inmate's assigned temporary warden.

I see no reason not to treat it as though it were a permanent assignment, but I also see no reason in pushing you into such an agreement. It's meant to be a partnership, after all.

You're fucking kidding.

Partnership?

Of course.

Partnerships can only happen between equals.

We're not.

A fact which I regret and cannot change, nor can I claim to understand why I've ended up on this side of things and not the other, but success is futile if the pairing won't work together.