"Sounds like it," she replies. "Eleven years ago, at least in barge time."

She presses play:

You cross me, you’re gonna hear about it. You do something I don’t think’s real nice-like, and I’ll find a way of letting you know.

I’m a warden here. I don’t really do authority, but I do know what’s right and what’s wrong.

"He was a warden too, then got demoted for something, but I couldn't find anyone saying what for."