Tommy laughed as someone screamed from their cell. He sat in the center of his cell with crossed legs. His short burst of laughter quickly died into a dull chuckle that he dragged out. He rubbed the palms of his hands against his thighs, as his legs bounced up and down. Then he ran his hands through his hair. Then he rubbed his hands together as if trying to keep warm on a winter's day when in the crisp morning, frost hung the air. Then he put his palms to the ground to shift his sitting posture before moving his hands to rub his palms against his thighs again. Sitting still was a nightmare for Tommy. He was too twitchy and far to trigger happy to ever just sit still. Which is why this place was a nightmare for Tommy, every minute felt like twenty. He wasn't allowed stuff either. He'd proven his talent time and time again. No matter what he was given, he'd make it into a bomb. So his cell was stark. Cold empty cement filled every surface and corner. Not that he was alone in that regard, it seemed all the inmates transferred here were deprived in many ways. He knew Danny had pictures, but he'd seen little else in the way of belongings.
There was a buzz and his cell door opened. Tommy had hadn't heard what had been said, his mind currently too unfocused to pick up on anything outside himself. Getting to his feet, Tommy stuffed in hands inside the pockets of his tan jumpsuit, hiding the way they twitched. He put his head down and walked towards the main room. Danny would be there, and Tommy always wanted to see him. Tommy had nothing good in his life, certainly not now, and definitely not back then, but Danny made it okay. Sure Tommy was a dangerous individual, but here in prison he was just a physically weak guy, ripe for beating up. Danny was the tough guy who people didn't want to mess with.
With his head down, Tommy's eyes peeked up memorizing every aspect of the building around him. He watched cameras, not to make eye contact or taunt his captures. He wanted to know where they were, what they could see. Tommy also studied the building itself. Structural weak points. A small bomb on his right and on the other side of the connecting room. That would keep them distracted and spread thin for when he set of the large bomb in the corner. Surely, that bomb would be enough to cause widespread destruction and panic, if not escape. Not that he needed to do this. He'd studied this place many times before. He remembered exactly where the cameras were and where his bombs would be best placed. Perhaps he was making sure nothing had moved, nothing had changed. Or testing his memory. Most likely though, this was a part of himself that he couldn't turn off. The tactical soldier he'd been turned into. Always prepared, always surveying.
Tommy walked straight up to where Danny was, he raised his head just enough to make eye contact with the bigger man before looking back at his feet. Tommy didn't like looking at people, especially not in the eye, but for a friend like Danny he’d take the moment of discomfort. Of course, he didn't acknowledge the girl Danny had been talking to. Tommy shuffled into a chair opposite Danny, tucking his feet up underneath him. He'd heard the end part of Danny's little narrative from across the room. "Macaroni necklaces eh?" he laughed "Your father," Tommy paused suddenly, his hands leaving his pockets to grab the chair below him, "I'm sure he'd like one." Tommy laughed again.
His eyes skittering around the room though they never once landed on the two people in front of him. He eyes stopped in the direction of Nadine’s cell. “She screamed,” he whispered running his hand though his hair with a small smile. Then he shifted his attention back to Danny, completing dismissing what he had just said. "Do you think making a bomb would count as 'arts and crafts' eh?" Tommy eyes landed on the camera Danny had just been looking at and he whispered, "I'd make a special one just for our favorite lieutenant."