A year? So a little longer than her on that matter, but it didn't really mean anything in the long run. It seemed this shit just sort of... ran in their family, at least starting at some point or another down the line. Some shit her dad had, grand uncle, all that mess...

"Uhh. Think I've been here about ten months now? Goddamn, that's longer than I thought it was..." Which meant she's almost had her own familiar for about a year now. Not that she knew much more about the damn thing than when she started. But it also meant she'd been out of that fucking prison for close to a year. The far, far more important part of the puzzle.

Then comes the thudding noise, which... given the direction, she can only assume is one person doing something ridiculous. Luckily she doesn't have to get up and it's a nice time for Giorno to see part of the shit she can do. Not that unraveling a good bit of her fingers is particularly exciting, but it's enough to get that door open and retract just as quickly.

"I don't think slamming into the door's really gonna help, dude!"