It wasn't too long until Zexel sensed someone come closer, and of course it was her cellmate Erika. The Warden thought that it would mellow werewolves a bit to be with their own kind. But of course, Zexel was still a half breed and Erika didn't seem interested in being mellow. Of course, the full werewolf took her steak. The hybrid didn't make any motion to move nor any expression in caring. Probably was more of a favor, just meant she didn't have to eat. As her cellmate spoke, Zexel glanced at her briefly to show she acknowledged her before glancing back away. Blue wolfish ears appearing and they twitched as she listened to the words. Slowly turning the page of her book. Although it would appear Zexel was daring to ignore Erika, she was listening. The hybrid didn't ever actually ignore those who spoke to her and could recite off what they spoke to her with ease. She simply had a hard time expressing herself. She was unsure how to exactly to respond to her cellmate's obvious irritation with the other prisoners. In a way, sge understood both sides. Erika was being a bit loud and upfront, but Zexel did slightly understand not being able to not talk to people. It may seem selfish, but to be honest, who deep down didn't enjoy a little attention? Some people just went about it in obtaining it differently. She never understood why Erika smoke, since the stuff smells bad and was way worth with noses like werewolves. Zexel admitted, the smell was a bit sickening, but it didn't bother her too much since her breath smelled like brimstone. Taking a moment to think, the half breed took a moment to put down her book and reach into her pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. She was quite good at scrounging what was useful and it wasn't unusual when someone drops something. It wasn't stealing if it was already lost. It didn't seem sentimental, so she took it. Taking one out, she lightly blew the end so embers sparked and lit it up before silently holding it out for the fellow werewolf. Only glancing at her briefly again.