Amanda, in the bunk beside him, goes still instantly. He is very much not the girl who usually sleeps in there. She lies in bed for what feels like forever, staring at the ceiling, counting breaths, and when she thinks he might have fallen asleep (he's stopped groaning to himself at the very least), she slips toward the edge of her space and down the ladder, bare feet silent.

She appraises him lying face down on the mattress, and takes his shoes, tossing them carelessly over her shoulder and away into the dark.

Then, she reaches up toward his belt, intending to feel for anything in his pockets that she could take. Sure, if he's some new inmate she's never seen before he'll have nothing, but she's willing to take the risk that he just might.