Dax looked back towards a group of people that are shouting at each other. He recognized a few of them from their little chats they have on their computers that the foundation have so graciously provided for them to use. As to why they let prisoners use computers, Dax didn't know. It seemed like a bad decision considering which inmates inhabit this facility. 



After a moment of thinking Dax began walking towards their table, thinking of what to say as he got there. Dax found it easier to think under pressure and oftenly forces himself to wing it. Once there he put his hands on the table, kinda leaning on it. He looked around and began to speak. [color=#b30000]"Y'all need to cut the shit. If you aren't gonna be good convicts, they're gonna get you a one-way ticket to the hard labour block."[/color] Dax moved his head towards the guards stationed on a balcony above the cafeteria who was now looking at them.



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[Informant_Ceta] Considering what heav and shades said, this place is a bit eerie. I'm gonna dig up some dirt on this place.