[Holy shit is Alex relieved to know that that's actually Badou who's looking at her and talking to her. This guy always seems to have the habit to show up in one crazy was or another, not that that bother Alex. In fact, she can't help but give a cute, little smile at the cool pose and grin that Badou greets her with. He just has that effect on her.]

[She shakes her head at Badou's assumption, actually chuckling at how stupid the real reason as to why she's spending her day in a jail cell.] "No, it's nothing like that. Just... I was at a flea market, and I was... in a rush to get back home..." [What she didn't say was that she might have just caught sight of the phantom of her dead, bastard of a pimp and didn't have any pills on hand to make that horrible image vanish from her mind. She digs her heels in the ground before flashing a fake smile to Badou and picking her explanation back up.]

"A-anyway! I was in a rush, and I noticed that a necklace from the stall I was at was hanging out from my bag. Before I knew it, the old woman called me a thief and yelled for a cop..." [Just her luck, really. If the person tending the stall was a man, Alex might have been able to use her... "skills" to get out of that situation. But nope, she just had to be at the stall of some old bag...]

[Honestly, Alex is much more scared of that creepy cop than the jail itself. Even some of those weird-looking guys hanging out in Badou's cell are the kinds of people that the former-prostitute was more than used to seeing back in the day. And let's not forget that she still hasn't taken those pills to help her out yet.]

"And what about you, hm?" [Alex suddenly crosses her arms at Badou and gives a sort of pout.] "You told me you're an information broker, not a criminal, Badou."

(( OH GOD. Also possibly potential Barry encounter?? Hmmmm ))