You try to make conversation with your cellmate. They click back in some sort of language you don't understand.
You notice some garbage in the corner of the cell, and you dig through it, finding some chalk and some random cans and trash that you bring back to where you were.
You're not going to just stay in here bored out of your mind.
You start to draw on the ground in front of you, and you notice your cellmate sits down beside you and watches you intensely.
You grin, and break the chalk you found in half, and pass it to them. They're in the same situation as you they can't be that bad.
They lick the chalk, and scrunch their face up. You become overwhelmed by emotion and pick that funky lil dude up and hug the hell out of them.