As soon as her presence was noticed by the man with disheveled hair Tempest halted mid-step until he went back to talking indifferently. Quickly she picked up the pace and whilst taking a forward step tripped over the baggy jumpsuit pants, dropping the unsavory toast onto the floor. Her fingers wiggled toward the item hoping the crisp bread would magically float up within her grasp—unfortunately this was not so. With the five second rule long since passed she still awkwardly bent down to pick up the piece of bread, and scurried closer to the duo before suddenly shifting to the side of the rec room once more to observe. 

Two girls were involved with a card game talking in what seemed hesitance toward one another, just like the men who seemed to watch their back while discussing something secretive. Everyone appeared on edge and not completely comfortable with their surroundings let along the other prisoners around them. Vibrant azure hues studied their faces and body language since the movement of their mouths were inaudible. She felt like a fly on the wall taking in the new surroundings and could almost get away with murder unnoticed—a decent quality-- if it were not for all the patrol.