A tall, overweight woman in the guard station adjusted her glasses and frowned at the scene. The prisoners were about to start rumbling, and the other guards didn't seem to care. Clearing her throat, she spoke up, her voice soft and accented with Spanish. "Should we break them apart? They will hurt each other."

In response, the guards nearby laughed. "Calm down, pretty mamita. As long as there are no weapons involved, let 'em do whatever. Half of them don't even have families. No one gives a crap."

"...fine." The woman sighed, adjusted her glasses, and went back to watching.

In truth, Kijani Ryane couldn't care less if the inmates hurt each other. These women were lucky enough to have a head up on the competition with their powers, but they were too stupid to avoid capture. Still- there was bound to be a few gems among the common herd. This wasn't the first time Kijani had pulled the 'new guard' con. Some forged paperwork and an overworked staff too busy to ask questions, and she was in. She could look at criminal records,  power sets, and see the personalities of the women with the skills. All of that so she could pick and choose who would make useful compatriots. Once she made her choices, she'd arrange a transfer to another prison, then she and the other women would be gone into the morning dust. It had worked twice so far, and the only complications were that her choices were ultimately failures. Petty women who couldn't think their way out of a paper bag... 

The large one serving cafeteria slop seemed like that type. Dimwitted and unoriginal. The woman that she was accosting seemed a bit more of a bright spark, though. She couldn't fight worth a damn, but at least  was doing enough not to get completely crushed. Perhaps with some learning, the woman could learn to keep aware of her surroundings and not get herself into corners.

Something unexpected happened then. A well built woman stepped up, apparently looking to take the place of the other. Kijani wasn't sure if the husky woman with the formal speech was being charitable, or just looking for a good fight.