One of the less menacing guards was chaperoning a girl with a very fragile appearance through the cacophony of wails, laughter and a variety of non-human sounds, otherwise referred to as the mess hall. As she walked (or rather, skipped) along the tables, she did her best not to look around too much. Partially because more than a few of her fellow inmates terrified her to no end, but also because she'd noticed that eye-contact could often lead to beatings, or worse, which were to be avoided at all cost. 

She did, however, manage to catch a few sightings. A gnome putting some bugs into her neighbour's pasta. A couple of trolls in the middle of a heavy philosophic argument. A faun, staring right at her just a bit too creepily. Melusine upped her step, having completely forgotten about the guard that was supposed to chaperone her. 

Her attention went to a particularly loud table, not too far from her, from which a can was thrown, and which had stopped rolling right before her feet. Mel had seen everything, and being as friendly as she considered herself to be, she decided to lend a helping hand. She picked up the can, not even paying attention to the pictures that were on it (for once), and made her way to the hostile table. She stopped right before it, and held the can out to the kitty. She felt the urge to pet it, but refrained to do so, since petting had gotten her into trouble more than once in the past.