I have no pity for the woman, but I do not see a smirk. I do not see bored. I see nervous, self-conscious as if she knows the eyes of the world are on her. No matter if she's guilty as hell, it must be surreal being pulled out of your small cell, after being alone for three months, a thrust into a room full of people, press and lights. I see a different person than went in three months ago.