Allen looked up from his folded hands when he heard guards nearing the cell. He gave Lucy an inquiring look before turning his gaze to the door. Keys rattled in the door handle for a moment, Then the door was swung open by a guard he hadn't seen before.
"Allen?" The man asked in a rough, nearly hoarse voice.
"Here," Allen's hand shot up as a smirk spread across his face. Obviously he was the only Allen in here.
"I have been charged—" the guard began, but Allen interrupted with, "with murder? No, no, too timid. Can't be. Robbery, maybe?" He chuckled at his own joke.
"I have been charged with moving you to the next floor," the guard continued. He looked at Lucy, paranoia showing clearly on his face. "Ryker deems it safer for a recently, er, tested patient to be by, uh itself. Thus the transferral," he explained.
Allen nodded slowly. He stood up without a word and went over, hands outstretched, to the guard. The man looked puzzled until he realized Allen expected him to handcuff him as was usually required of transfers.
Handcuffs securely on and the door locked behind them, the two made their way up a flight of concrete stairs and down the hall. The guard stopped abruptly and pulled a key from his pocket. "Space is a little low, so you'll be sharing with Yhgiilra. You'll like her. She's fun," he said with what was probably supposed to be a creepy, threatening grin. Allen nodded solemnly and waited for the dingbat to hurry up with the key.
(Nicky, hope this is all fine with you. If not, I can change anything since Ryker is yours)