Amos has seen her around. She comes down frequently, always to another cell. Much as he wouldn't usually be interested, it's impossible not to train his ears on the sounds of conversation, especially when there's nothing else going on around here.

He recognizes Flagg's voice when she talks to him. He'd said he knew people who had been welcomed. So. Guess she's one of them.

And now she's looking at him. Huh. He tilts his head at her, expression empty but for a faint hint of curiosity.

"You're down here a lot." No question to it, no why, just a comment. Amos' eyes flick down to the cookies for a second, back up to her eyes. Can't remember the last time he'd had one of those. Shit, might've been before he left Earth the first time. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want one, but it's also not something to dwell on.

... At the same time, she's clearly friendly with someone else locked up. Who might be planning something. So. Shit. Who knows.