The prison people are sulking for some reason, probably because of the bow, but thus far it doesn't concern Kyrie. Some gave Mary an evil eye, but no one tried to do anything.
The priest and his group led them to the "communal" area of the prison, a large area with furniture resembling a big park where the ground is concrete, and the ceiling is also grey. Yet it lures a sense of normalcy and the good old days, even if the sun and trees are not there anymore. A nice and cozy feeling.
A place where people spent time not doing their duties or helping in every way possible for their continued survival—a microcosm of a simplistic society.
People work for their survival, do their duties, and some hang out in their free time despite the deadly weather actively trying to end every one of them. Joyous times. There are children there too, playing with snowballs and crude toys, some broken, others crudely held together.
