Susan hesitates for a moment, then sits, cross-legged on the hard ground, looking at the other girl. She likes her immediately, if she's honest - doesn't trust her, this girl has the sharp-edged look of someone who's never had much given to her, and that kind of person can be dangerous, but likes her nonetheless. It's a different kind of humour to that which has been wearing on her from the men in her cell, something less threatening and less keenly-edged. Maybe that's just because it's coming from someone of her own sex, and maybe it's because she can get up and walk away if she needs to, but this joking tone seems comforting, where Eddie's and Jaime's have done nothing but set her on edge.

"I don't ken mam-zelle, Miss." Miss she knows, and it seems like the most polite thing to call this stranger. Given how young she is - not much older than Susan herself, Susan would guess, if she even is older - calling her sai like an old wife feels out of sorts, so in the absence of a name, Miss it will have to be. "Susan. Ye may as well call me Susan. We're all devil's daughters here, after all, ain't much of a time to stand on courtesy."