[Dean is in the process of shrugging and retracting the file when Shane changes his mind and snatches possession of it; that's the second fucking time an inmate has snatched their file out of his hand and he's kind of getting annoyed with it. If he had both hands he might have tried to keep it or take it back, but as it is, he just makes an impatient gesture with his now-empty hand and moves around the bed to study the picture on the wall.

And he rolls his eyes when Shane comes to the brilliant conclusion, but he gets the rest of that, remains wary of the loathing from behind his easy manner.]

Yeah, sure, you see a lot of that going on around here. Half a dozen of us at a time just perched on the railing, peering over the side.

It was the Admiral.