[Bourne had swept his new, longer hair - dammit - under a baseball cap before heading over to Armand's room. He was curious, he had to admit. Armand had stopped using voice posts, and he'd been hoping to goad his inmate into slipping again. That had definitely been a girl's voice, and Bourne wasn't buying the 'Anna-liese the newbie' story; he didn't trust the vampire half so far as he could throw him. He'd never heard of a delayed flood reaction, though. Maybe the cosmic craziness just seeped in more gradually in some places.

He knocked on the door.]