"Well, well, look what the 'kin dragged in," the Master quips.

He does leave the sanctum sometimes, alright, but hey, he's dressing differently than he was when he last saw Apollo. He's finally tossed the hoodie (after he accidentally caught part of it on fire) and has started to adjust to a basic black-and-violet Warlock robe.

"Please tell me you at least gleamed some valuable information from your fellow cellmates."

He's going to be very disappointed in her if she didn't spend some of her time wisely.

But he has a feeling he is going to be.