Prominea Aside 2: It's good being bad

As team leader, it’s my job to go around and make sure everyone’s behaving themselves during nighttime hours. So I walked down the 2nd subfloor walkway, next to what I could only describe as a cell block, and checked up on the brats by the light of the Thresh Fire coming from my forehead.
Leviathan was soundly asleep in his stocks, Raid was doing gymnastics all over her cell, but I shut that down so I won’t get noise complaints later. Nova just stared at me, nearly making me trip over Mosa, staring back. I went to pick up the cat, but she flipped upside down and padded away on the celling. Ninetails was sitting in front of the tv in his cellroom playing videogames. I’d have shut him down too, but his room is soundproofed… heaven knows no one wants to hear him on an off day. Infohazard was reading, and Shout was lazing about his bed.
Them checked on, I headed for the elevator. Before I got there I heard someone on the lower floors yelling up. I decided to take the stairs just to make her wait.
“There you are!” Our only actual prisoner yelled at me as I came in front of her cell. “Look. At. This.”
She held up the white and black striped prison shirt, that she should have been wearing.
“So? Just put it on.”
“I can’t wear this number!”
Sure enough, “#507” was stenciled across the left side of the chest.
“I guess it is a little on the nose!” I laughed. “But what are you even worried about? You’ll have escaped by the end of the week.”
“More like end of the month.” She muttered, crossing her arms. “And even then you’ll send the guy with the color-changing eyes after me.”
“Isekai, just wear the damn prison uniform.”
Before she could protest further I got to the elevator and rode it down to subfloor 10. I entered the lounge and plopped down onto the circular couch. Master Glyn was sitting just across from me with a newspaper of all things. She looked up from her newspaper.
“I see you’re taking your leader duties seriously.” She said. “What happened, mr hyperviolence?”
“Shut up, what do you even want blue-haired bi-” and suddenly there was a sword in my face.
I put my hands up and she locked eyes with me. Once we came to an understanding she put away her sword. I put my arms back over the head of the couch.
“So?”
“So nothing. Nothing’s changed.”
“Be that way if it suits you. I know you like your teammates.”

As she went back to the article about the disastrous raid on the King’s Meeting, she though for a second, maybe it’s good being bad.