Good girl. The President continued to sit in the chair, despite that it was still hooked up with the stuff to electrocute someone. Legs together, back straight, and her hands folded in her lap with poise and manners. A soft smile was on her lips as she watched Mitsuki show off her victory.

Mitsuki was one of the inmates she held less disdain for. No sense in not giving her a few pointers, like when to gloat to make sure that the audience and the Warden could consider her a positive asset. Neither of them had any reason to fear the other as far as she was concerned. At least not now.

"Good job."