'Queen Bea?' She asked, raising an eyebrow towards the women who had entitled her so; who leant tensely, arms crossed, on the closed door to Bea's cell. Bea herself however lounged on her bed, resting her back against the wall and seemed almost relaxed in the presence of the now former top dog.

It seemed now that not only had their roles in this prison been reversed but at this moment their own mannerisms as well. Bea had changed, more so now than after Jacs' murder which had seemed to break her, weakening her. Or so Franky had thought. Maybe it had to do with Bryden's murder having been planned, calculated while Jacs' had been committed in a moment of enraged emotions or maybe the change was always there after the first taking of a life, the first attempt at it even, but only now was it being shown to the world. No reason left to hide it. Bea had beaten Franky, escaped Wentworth Prison and proceeded to evade capture until she taken revenge on the boy who had murdered her daughter. She was capable of far more than Franky had given her credit for yet perhaps she was only fulfilling what both Jacs and Franky had suspected of her since her first day here, their first encounters will the newest prisoner. That she was a dangerous threat, a rival, a competitor in their game and the downfall of both of them. Franky considered herself lucky she hadn't ended up like Jacs after all the times she'd pushed and even tried to kill Bea but there was still time as Bea definitely didn't seem to forget or forgive those that wronged her and Franky certainty had done a lot of that. So she had to play it safe, as best she could, for her position was no longer protecting her.

Franky shrugged in response to Red's question but Bea didn't move, clearly not impresses with her non-verbal answer. 'It seemed fitting at the time.' She vocalised, unsure of where this conversation was heading or if she'd like the outcome but Franky was determined not to lose her usual composure.

A slight amused look flickered across the red head's face and she broke eye contact with tattooed women, turning to look out the tiny window in her cell. 'Yeah, it does seem quite fitting.'

There was a pause, a moment where Franky considered it was her opportunity to leave though she didn't want to be first to back down from whatever this was, even if she knew she couldn't hold what little ground she had for long.

'Has she made you any offers yet?' Bea asked, nonchalantly as if the prospect held no threat to her.

'Who?' Franky answered with a question, not wanting to reveal the deal she had been offered though she didn't intend to help out the Freak, she'd choose Bea over her any day, if only in the hope Queen Bea could find a way to get rid of Ferguson permanently.

Bea turned back toward Franky continuing as if she had not be asked the question they both knew the answer to. Mirroring word once said to her Bea stated, 'She's only using you to get to me.'

At that Franky smirked, 'No shit Red.'

Bea smiled somewhat, though it was enough to release some of the tension between the women.

'So what ya gonna do Queen Bea?' The new nickname was laced with sarcasm though it hardly seemed to bother the red head.

'You know Franky, I'm stronger with you than without you.' She informs her, echoing words Franky had heard before, advice from Liz that perhaps she should have heeded sooner. Maybe if they started working together, then they could get rid of the governor and with Bea in charge of the girls, Franky wouldn't have to deal with the pressures of supplying drug addicts and controlling the women.

Suddenly Bea was off the bed and just a few steps in front of her and Franky was pushing herself off the door to stand up right. 'So what do you say Franky?'

Her smirk now firmly in place she replied, 'Count me in Red.'

Bea nodded in response, 'Well I'm positive you know how to play the part.' Leaning past Franky and reaching for the doorknob, she leaned in close, their bodies now barely a breath apart. Franky's heart beat quickened slightly at Bea's warm breath on her neck as she whispered in her ear, 'Remember though, the Freak still needs to believe we're rivals.'