"Hm?" It takes him a second to catch up. "Punch Malcolm?" Sweeney's answered his own question, and as such, he doesn't delay in answering hers.

"Nah." He makes a shrug of a shoulder that crinkles the sheets a bit more.

"Told her I did it. Told her why. Told her the matter was settled." Sweeney steals a small drag, holding it while he recalls the thing.

"Know she talked ta him. He wasn't lookin' ta press charges or whate'er." Nestling the cigarette between his lips, he rolls his wrist and flips out a plastic ashtray to rest on his abdomen for both of them to use. Sweeney promptly does so.

"Honestly, think she gets more pissed that I don't wanna fight 'bout folk bein' cunts ta me first. Normally, don't bother tellin' her if I get in a fight unless a Warden's on the other end of the thing." He peeks at her.

"Not like there's a fuckin' point if no one dies."