Ginny White tucked her blonde hair behind her ear. It has escaped the ponytail she had trapped it in and was too lazy to re-do her hair. After all, who did she have to look pretty for? Her fellow criminals? Ginny accepted her food without any protest. After a year in jail, she had learned how to maneuver. And that didn't include pissing off the "Lunch Lady". Not the the fresh meat.

Ginny ignored the confrontation to gain her usual spot. The two women already there flanked her sides. Ginny didn't fight. Instead she traded favors for protection. Inside this prison her powers were useless. But not all of her skills came from her powers. She knew how to move through society without the help of her psychometry. And prison society wasn't all that different. 

Broker still ran her organization with a tight fist. Buying and selling information was her lifeblood. Nothing, not even trumped up charges could change that. Even the stupid collar around her neck wouldn't keep her down. Ginny and her guards at quickly. If the guards had to step in, everyone was getting carted back to their cells, even if they hadn't eaten. And the next meal wouldn't be until lunch.

Ginny watched the guards circle and prep, just in case. She nodded to the woman to her left, "Mayfly". The woman casually took the paper plate and folded it. The fresh meat was on the ground now. In a few seconds she'd be in the infirmary. Not that Ginny cared, but it would end the fun all too soon. "Mayfly" flicked her wrist and the folded paper ball soared across the room and hit "Lunch Lady" on the side of her head. "Mayfly" stared at the result just like everyone else. There was nothing to trace the ball back to them.

Ginny shoveled the rest of her food into her mouth and waited for the result for glorious chaos.