She laughs outright, turning on one foot to face him again. "Yeah, and what's that mean? You gonna teach 'em how to make pancakes, and fight, and speak languages they don't need? The hell is that gonna do for them? How you gonna graduate someone, huh? That's all they're gonna care about."

She's only been around a couple months, but she's already certain of the inmate point of view, in general: she's spent enough time being gutter trash to apply it all to a screwed up prison.