Privacy was a regular concern for newcomers, the rusted steel bars offering maximum visibility to those ambling through the wide stone halls. Originally quite skeptical of the haunting prison, the former usurper had grown quite fond of the protective structure with time. Its overall rock walls ensured enemies lacked opportunity to torch the building, even if temporary asylum in another group was required, returning was always possible. Sculpted into the red canyon's side, it was also a great vantage point that prevented armies from approaching unnoticed. It was secure, something Glass prioritized when evaluating potential living locations. She could see why Athena had selected this territory as an ideal spot for the Exiles following the great transfer of worlds. Having spent time in the deserts of the Ruins, the swamps of Valhalla, and the bamboo thickets of the Dynasty, she hoped moving would never become necessary again.
"I don't believe we've met yet, hello." She'd greet kindly, gentle cerulean orbs peering through the cell. "My name is Glasshouse. Would you like assistance with anything?" The newly promoted Vandal would inquire with a quizzical tilting of her cranium. Had she known just how uncomfortable Sid was with the lack of privacy, she probably would have recommended relocation to the prison's bottom floor. Maximum security inmates were kept on the lowest deck and thus solid metal walls separated members from the average passersby. She had always been afraid of getting locked in such an enclosed space, hence her reasoning for giving up her own room upon moving in with Belial.
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