Isabel put a hand up to cover her mouth.  Not in disgust at her cellie's crude display, but to hide a grin.  She just decided she had the best cell mate a girl could ask for.  Unfortunately, and she knew this quite well, people like him didn't go over well with guards.  One of them, who was now stuck with the nickname "Chuckles" forever, walked up and hit the mutant with some kind of electrical baton.  He fell backwards to the floor by his cot.  

Isabel jumped down to help him up, looking expressionlessly at the guard as he walked away, memorizing what she could of him.  His face was obscured(cowards) but she got a look at a serial number, and made note of his stride.  She supposed it didn't matter which one he was.  They were all going to die.  

[i]"You getting the feeling that, that doesn't sound good?"[/i]

She gave him a crooked smile and said, "It sounds delicious.  And you were whining about being hungry anyway."