[center][h1][color=gold]Kailani[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=gold]”English isn’t my first language,”[/color] Was the bright response to Abigail, a colorful grin curling Kailani’s lips, visible behind the muzzle. She wasn’t technically [i]wrong[/i]. [color=gold]”Though, we never had balloon animals either. Are they tasty?”[/color]

Maybe the Borehole enjoyed interaction between prisoners, since there always seemed to be so few empty seats in the cafeteria during mealtime. Either way, it meant that their table was soon filling up. A man like a corpse on her left, a strange sweaty man who could apparently get ‘things’, the animal man who always smelled [i]delicious[/i] but talked too many words was hanging about, a woman who's voice was like thunder and earthquakes, as well as some more human and not-so-human looking people. Including her hallway companion that always made the floor light up when they walked! Though, she curiously seemed to have had a problem with her guard. Kailani’s eyes followed the man that had brought the redhead close, watching him leave after his rough treatment of the two human females to her right. Unblinking. Staring.

- and what was that strange smell that covered up the delicious talking man? 

Finally, with an inaudible snap that broke the tension in her, Kai turned back to Abby and Ameliya with that same natural rictus in place.

[color=gold]“Hey, don’t worry about it! If they don’t starve me to death first, I’ll definitely eat him when I can get this muzzle off.”[/color] She paused for a moment, humming thoughtfully and glanced along the walls before pointing at a particularly rat faced guard standing post across the room, escorting some prisoner no doubt. [color=gold]”And him. He’s a pervert. Likes trading shifts to get camera duty all the time.”[/color] The second half of her sentence was a stage whisper, more repeating gossip and a particular warning she was quietly given than any personal experience. Apparently she looked very small for a human.

Kailani’s eyes swept along those who had filled the table once more, noting the others she was warned of. Demons, vigilantes, other cannibals. Nothing to really be afraid of! At least, she didn’t think she felt any fear? Fear was a foreign concept. Unlike hunger. Speaking of, her eyes swept along the table for a third time, this time pointedly taking in the trays of her table mates.

Well well well, it seems [i]someone[/i] was finished their breakfast. Kailani’s gaze snapped up to meet the Alfred Gunther’s, her grin stretching even further as she leaned into the table, her crouched position on the bench bumping her legs into the edge.

[color=gold]“Are you done with that? Thanks!”[/color] She reached out, the cuffs jangling at her wrists as she grabbed his spoon and promptly shoved it through the muzzle without waiting for an answer. The metal crunched easily under her teeth, disappearing into her gullet in a mere moment. The young woman could almost [i]feel[/i] the disapproving glare of her escort, but as long as she didn’t go overboard it [i]should[/i] be fine. Next she turned to the corpse man at her left, the vigilante - whatever that meant - that was only stirring his bowl.

[color=gold]“Not hungry? Do you mind if I…?”[/color] Kailani gave him a hopeful look, clasping her hands in front of her in a classic begging position. And peeked around him to the woman with the voice of a rockslide, giving her the same. Vaguely, she could tell that her escort had tensed up against the wall. After all, the guard was the one who had warned her against these particular people - but he had [i]food[/i] that he [i]wasn’t eating[/i] and the other one was wearing a mask and [i]couldn't even eat anyway[/i]!

Truly, that was the real crime here.