It was another day in this strange place, where those with jaws of blood come and feast. Criminals of the supernatural beasts that were but mere myth's to humans. Did they think they same as humans? Feel? Who knows....? Zexel was one of the many to get in line pretty early, but unlike fellow prisoners, the tall hybrid did not show any signs of irritation. Simply because she felt none, and if she did, what would be the proper way to show it? To wail and flail like a child who had their toy taken away? The hybrid was unsure... but was contented to simply reading her book. Carrying two, one of her own and one that she had rented from the library. A book on the supernatural creatures.

Her knowledge of these creatures was slightly lacking in her mind, and she had spent time taking the opportunity to study them. It gave her something to do. 

Once it was finally her turn, her blue eyes flicked up to the goblin before flicking away to stare at her tray. Silent. Though the goblin didn't seem to care as she gave a nice big juicy steak to the prisoner. With a slow nod, as if to show gratitude, Zexel picked a table to sit at. She had no destination, but she preferred sitting as far away from the others as possible.

Not wishing for any real attention. She was already considered a bit odd, and now people seemed to react more violently on it. Zexel didn't really understand why or what they felt to make them cause it.. it was simply strange to her.