You remove her handcuffs, which she is all too happy for you to do. She sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing her wrists where the handcuffs had been as you walk out and close the clear plastic door at the front of the cell, sealing her in.
You walk down to your station, which is actually only about twenty feet away. You pull out the crumpled transfer paperwork from your pocket, smooth it out, and pull out some blank forms to record the arrival of (LAST_NAME} to your area. You are occasionally distracted by yelling and the occasional crying from the new inmate's cell, but it isn't really anything you haven't had happen before. |