Ell shifted from hoof to hoof eagerly. The breakfast line always seemed to move far too slowly, especially since her snack stockpile was starting to get sparse. Then again, most things seemed to go far too slowly to suit her taste. The more she thought of it, the more anxious it made her. If she were free right now, this would be about the time the express deliveries would be starting. She mumbled a few choice obscenities under her breath and began to jog in place. 

“Hey pony, quit with the fucking clippity-clippity! Isssss to early for your ssssshit,” a naga hissed behind her. A few other prisoners also shot her dirty looks as well. Ell considered rearing up and conveniently slipping backwards to conveniently crush the naga... Conveniently. Bucking all over the place with fists blazing was another option, but the punishment wouldn't be worth the trouble. (She had hear rumors of centaurs having their human parts hacked to pieces when they got in trouble so that their horse halves could be shipped off to make glue, and she certainly didn't want to find out whether that was true or not.)

Besides, wasting energy on a cranky old snake was below her. She flicked her ears back but otherwise paid her no mind. It was her time to grab her food anyways, so she snatched up a heaping tray of various greenery (the taste was awful, but most of her digestive tract was that of a horse so she didn't have much choice) and made a spectacle of prancing around, making a racket like a pompous showpony. 

“Sssssuck it bitches! Hahaha! Heh...”

After she had her fun, she made her way over to a table that was otherwise unoccupied. She didn't sit however and plunked her tray down with little regard for her food. A little bit of lettuce flew off, but it didn't phase her and she began to shovel it in by the sporkfull while standing, hunching over as far as her torsos would let her. A can clattered in the distance which caught her attention, but she decided not to get involved. She was doing her best to avoid solitary, after all.