Giorno nods, once. And the odd hesitation - confusion? - on his face doesn't go unnoticed either. A person, then, unaccustomed to gestures from strangers? That's probably not so unusual, actually - how many strangers offer to send things to others without reason?

Not that he doesn't have a reason. But it's not as suspicious as all that.

He looks past Hisoka again, glancing over the world of cards inside that cell.

"I'll send something, then." He pauses, glances down. "I've visited prisoners twice, before now. Or rather... I visited one visitor two times. He had a much different arrangement than this - every luxury, every convenience. Actually, I'm sure he only stayed inside because he wanted to. It was more comfortable for him there than on the outside. What an odd sort of prison." He looks up again, watching Hisoka. "That's not really relevant, actually, but it came to mind."

Actually, the prison itself was fairly similar. But the atmosphere, that's another story altogether.

Giorno takes a little breath. "Have you considered what you'll do when you leave this place?"