Lindianne's fist meeting the table actually gets Keller to jump, however slightly, and his head snaps back to her, eyes narrowing.

There's a moment of hesitation. He knows what LaRae can do. He knows what the Rikers can do. But he's still got to save face for as long as he can.

A smirk curls at his lip. "Heh." He nods to Voodoo. "Got yourself a spitfire, here."

He cracks his neck.

"I had a cellmate in Sully. Told me all about chicks like you. Told me that for all the game they talked..."

And now he leans in to look Lindianne straight in the eye, his scars and prison tats gnarled in the light.

"...ain't nobody cried harder 'n them when their panties were down 'round their ankles and they were pinned facedown in the dirt. Blubbered like little girls."

And now Voodoo leans in, laying one hand on top of the table and the other on the back of Keller's chair. He stares at Keller, then looks to Lindianne and jerks his head.

"Let's dump 'im."