Kelly simply said "You good?" waiting on Tyler to say more.

"But hey, you've got me AND Brett, that's twice as many people!" She continued. "And Skehmet occasionally too, but she's ehhh about comforting people."

Tyler saw red in that moment, as he jumped down. He stalked to the bars. “Hey fucker,” he growled and the guard turned, frowning at the insult. Tyler reared back and socked the guard through the bars, wincing as he felt a couple knuckles break the skin. He winced, shaking his hand as the guard went sprawling, other guards rushing over quickly.

“You think you can just do whatever you want because you have money?” A guard demanded. “We’ll show you! You, back up against the wall!” He shouted, pointing at Kelly. Tyler was just standing there, his shoulders heaving as he tried to calm down.

“Brett? Really?” Skyla asked skeptically. She thought it was just another scheme amongst the black dirt.

“Right, I forgot about that. Should I call him Maahes then?” Skyla asked, not too surprised by the sudden shift. At this point, she was fairly used to it.

Skyla chuckled a bit, noting that. She’d known him and mourned him as Brett, so she’d probably mostly refer to him as such, but she’d make an effort to call him Maher’s around Hathor at least. “Got it.”

"Yes, thank you," Skyla said, taking a sip of tea before regarding the familiar food before her. "Uh, do you think I can go get more stuff from my house or should I leave it be?" she asked Sekhmet once the waiter left.

Skyla sighed, cutting up her egg with her fork in the rice. "You're right," she frowned. "I wouldn't be surprised if Itsumi sets up camp there, so," she huffed. Frustrating.

(I’m good with pausing and waiting for a ts, Tyler’s gonna go into solitary confinement as soon as Dillon posts)

The guards opened the cage, placing handcuffs on Tyler. "Enjoy your own room for a bit," Tyler said, glaring at Kelly before he was led out and down the hallway. The bars clanged shut once more.

It wasn't long before they arrived at a silent area of the prison, each door thick and impossible to see in. At the end of the hall, there was an open door, waiting, welcoming, god damn silence.

(I mean, I’m good for it. How long?)

(I’m really not keen on that, I don’t like the idea of it, and it skips past everything I have planned for my characters.)