Cain looked on at the spectacle in front of him. Cain himself was a state, the food they had fed them in prison was nowhere near enough to satisfy the hunger that gnawed inside of him. Cain had lost a lot of weight but still retained his sanity and his self control. Leaving the pod he had woken up in he shook his head sadly at the scene unfolding him. [b]"Some people just don't know how to be thankful for the things they get."[/b]

[i]"Cain...Cain...you've got to eat something look at all of these people surely there's some food around here somewhere?"[/i]

Cain growled at himself the hunger had a point there was bound to be something to eat here, but he had to play the cool card. These people here were all ex-cons and a lot of them had done some serious things to end up in the prison. First impression were everything, flexing your powers and showing off your skills is a good way to stop people messing with you. However Cain was not someone to pick a fight with someone unless they decided to pick a fight with him. Which seemed fairly unlikely as whoever had broken them out was taking their time to get here.