The b*tch to the powerful
"You're making it quite obvious", he chuckled. "Look man, whatever the case, this is a place where the weak are always preyed on. Get your shit together. Everyone is frustrated with the time they're doing here and guess who they'll be taking their frustration out on?"
Peter let the words sink in, and finally nodded in agreement. He would be here a while, this was not the place to be weak. That's what he had been on the outside, it was finally time that things changed. "Thank you....?"
"Carlos", he extended his hand giving him a a smile. He had a friendly and warm aura about him.
"Peter", he shook his hand. "Again, thank you."
"You alright. You've probably had a long day, go freshen up, clear your head, and I don't know. Just get your shit together."
"Yeah, I do need to shower. But.....", He looked around the room at his inmates a little weary.
"I'll keep a look out for you. Come on", he nodded towards the door.