Still not used to sleeping on any sort of raised bed Tempest spent the night on the cold floor curled up in the fetal position. This establishment seemed otherworldly and much too bright because the fluorescents hurt her azure eyes, and she squinted constantly the first time arriving. She had been forced to shower before entering the cell and one of the female guards detangled the volumes of her waist length hair to make sure no weapons—such as a blowpipe was hidden in those onyx locks somehow. The whole event would have been quite degrading if she had not already been accustomed to rough behavior. There were a few hitches since she resisted out of confusion once or twice, mostly from the language barrier. Even if they knew Nahuatl it would not have been much better considering Tempest had nearly passed the critical period to really learn any language, including English. She had gone through extensive testing prior to arriving in which a speech and language coach worked with her, improving her communication vastly.

When the cells grinded open the angelic female immediately lifted her head to investigate, and it did not take long before she scurried out of the room without much motivation from the guards. Tempest’s curiosity could not be measured and would certainly be the death of her sooner or later—surely. A towering form wearing heavy armor stepped in front of the timid girl blocking the path, and held up a baggy jumpsuit. Tempest’s doe eyes stared at the material for a while before gathering the item into her own hands to slip the large uniform on without a fuss. An “all is well” nod of confirmation from the guard set another set of doors opened, guiding the newcomer’s way toward breakfast for the first time here. 

After arriving into the space occupied by fellow prisoners this situation went much like the jumpsuit incident. She stood silently with both hands covered by long sleeves clasped together under her chin, and scanned the area like an exposed cheetah with a cautious gaze. There were male and female alike and most were finished with the suspicious concoction deemed food, and had already cleared out. Her crystalline hues jumped from the stainless steel conveyer style breakfast line to the seats, pondering what to do. A few passing prisoners eyed the porcelain looking girl as though she were daft, and obnoxiously commented in sentences she could not comprehend. Luckily another late riser hurried to the line and was given food in return for simply standing there, and she decided to mimic him. Her slender fingers took the first thing she saw, which was a piece of unbuttered toast among other unappealing and foreign things. 

She held onto her sustenance like treasure pressed tightly to her chest and scampered toward the end of the room…where she stood awkwardly again like a buoy in the middle of an ocean. At this spot she overheard a tiny bit of a heated conversation by a sleeveless man and guard. That table seemed to hold a very interesting group and piqued her interest, which did not take much coincidentally. The same man suddenly left with another whose sleeves were altered too toward a room she was unfamiliar with. With a tilt of her head slightly to the side she waited for them to walk ahead. Bare feet followed inching closer to the duo with untouched food still in hand. Trying not to be overly conspicuous her figure remained a good enough distance away from them still, though they could probably detect her presence without much trouble regardless.