"You can't die of boredom, I promise," Jolie says from a cell across the way, hanging with her arms out of the bars and her feet braced on the bars below them. She looks like a teenaged monkey, all elbows and knees, unable to hold still. "Or I'd be dead by now, too."

She bounces against the bars, rattling them noisily. "Which way has more light to it?"