"Hwoarghe," Ell spat through a mouthful of grain at the snarky succubus. It always bothered her if she couldn't have the last word, though she was fairly certain nobody else had heard her weak comeback thankfully.

Truth be told, eating was easily one of her least favorite things to do besides sleeping. It was such a slow, boring process. You can only eat so fast before you end up choking yourself, you know? She tended to use the time for reflecting on the [i]joys[/i] of prison life, but today she hardly wanted to think at all. 

Due to the suspicious disappearance of her lone cellmate, she had received the news on the way to breakfast that she was being relocated to another cell. This wouldn't have bugged her much, but the new cell also came with... A new job. She tried to protest as hard as she could against the change, but, if anything, her protest pissed the authorities off even more and she ended up stuck with mechanical maintenance. Not only was she clumsy with her hands, but the move indoors during working hours severely cut into her exercise and secret free snacking routines. She knew deep in her gut that it wouldn't end well, and her legs were already aching for a run. She hoped that her new roommates could tolerate a lot of pacing and fidgeting. 

So deep in her gut that it causes her to get rather nauseous. She dropped the spork onto the remainder of her food and sighed deeply, not knowing quite what to do next. There was no leaving the cafeteria during eating times which left her with the option of either wallowing in self-pity, socializing despite her rather off mood or eavesdropping.

The latter seemed the most appealing. 

In the distance Ell could see guards ushering what appeared to be a run-of-the-mill human girl back into the cafeteria. She looked a bit on the surly side, even for a prisoner. She was out, at least for now. 

Another table offered the companionship of a couple of werewolves, one with her nose buried in a book and the other ranting ferociously about something. They didn't seem to be the best conversational candidates either, particularly the one exhibiting some common characteristics of rabies.

Eventually she noticed a table where a cat, a harpy and what appeared to be some sort of nymph perhaps. Remembering that the guard who had brought the news or relocation to her mumbling something about a cat and harpy being 2 of her new cellmates, it seemed like too convenient a coincidence to see the two together like that. She sauntered over to them, all 7 feet of her towering above the table and casting a shadow of doom over the little critters. Leaning forward and slapping her hands down on the table, (as if they needed more hint of her presence) she gave them both a once over.

“Ah, I don't suppose one or the other of you got a new cellmate this morning, did you? 'Cause if you did, I'm Ell. 

If you didn't, I'm still Ell either way.”

[i]And I like to break the ice with terribly unfunny jokes[/i], she added mentally.