Clare flinched almost involuntarily when the woman took a seat across her. Her days in the prison had taught her to be wary of anyone and everyone, so she eyed her for a minute. The succubus didn't seem as aggressive as the werewolf, Clare noticed, but she kept her guard up anyway. Clare knew better than to believe outer appearances. Even the tiniest, most timid looking person here bore fangs, quite [i]literally[/i]. 

She nodded in agreement to how dreadful the food was but said nothing. Talking was one of the many ways of getting in trouble around here and Clare, who still had her hopes up on an early release, wanted none of it.

Even if she didn't end getting released early, Clare still wanted to avoid trouble. She always did - unless she was provoked. She noticed the succubus shuddering as she swallowed and the action reminded her of her own experience of eating meat in the prison. She still knew exactly how the meat tasted: cold , horrible and arrested just a few days before it went stale. Suppressing the memory of the repugnant meat, she took a spoonful of her vegetables. As she did so, she felt slightly grateful for the cafeteria putting out a vegetarian menu. At least this way, when she ate a carrot she could be sure it was an [i]actual[/i] carrot and not some third grade genetically-modified substitute; but then again with this prison, you could never be [i]too[/i] sure.