Party grins at her words, slouching against the wall nearby. "Ain't no hurricane 'round here but me, kid."

He pushes away from the crumbling wall and slinks towards her, looking her up and down like he's trying to figure her out.

"What're you in for? What do they got on you?" And then he laughs at his own prison joke, because he's used to no one else really bothering to laugh, and sticks out a hand smudged with dirt. "I'm Party."