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Charon didn't betray much emotion inwardly or outwardly when the fiery red haired girl responded to his piercing stare with a wink. Normally, Inmates who were aware of him did their best not to make eye contact with the wraith-like man wherever possible. This one, the fire girl, was either much more brave, or much more ignorant, than the standard inmate anyway. Either way, she seemed to settle in line after being met with the cattle prod. Likely just choosing her battles for the moment however, Charon was fairly sure she was far from done in trying to test what she could get away with.

[i][colour=firebrick]'Charmed.'[/colour][/i] He dryly thought to himself. She was one to watch out for, in any case.

That said, she was far from the only person at the table. It had filled with all manner of "person". Charon took note to give at least a glance at each of them, assessing the way they carried themselves, trying to place them. There was the dull speaking electric woman, the punk woman whom Charon vaguely recognised. Perhaps one of the few he'd beaten down but didn't have time to dispose of before the authorities arrived. Happened now and then in his line of work. There was the-

[i]Thunk.[/i]

The little feral girl bumped her forehead against Charon's shoulder. Gratitude on her expression clear despite the muzzle concealing a good chunk of her face. Charon had actually forgotten her existence shortly after giving her his meal. Inwardly he was admittedly somewhat taken aback considering most people in Thornwood, understandably, tried to give him a wide berth much less touch him. Outwardly, his only response to Kailani's gesture of thanks was a slight raise of an eyebrow. He actually took note of her as she dined on the gruel before her. Charon's plate quickly disappearing under several others as a few different inmates also offered their food, either from not needing to eat like Charon or perhaps trying to appear tough. Regardless, it seemed the Feral Girl was the most popular one at the table.

[quote][color=39b54a]"Who amongst us...is the strongest?"[/color] Körbl this time said loudly, body readied and willing to jump into action.[/quote]

This drew Charon's eyes back onto the rest of the table. 

The man who more resembled a canine spoke up first. Immediately withdrawing from any kind of chest pounding or fight that was sure to follow such a question. Any notion that it was out of pacifism or even an attempt at reform was evaporated however as he immediately added the possibility he could eat the body of the loser. Only reinforcing Charon's belief that all the dogs in this facility needed putting down. Some, more literally than others.

The fiery woman remarked glibly that all men seemed to be susceptible to being set aflame in her experience. That was true in Charon's as well. But then, most people in general were also quite susceptible to being disembowelled, as he had also discovered.

The ice man was open to the challenge provided he could change into his "Full form". The punk looking woman from earlier echoed similar sentiments that she too could handle herself but not without some "Juice". That either of them expected a proper fight would be allowed at all much less a fair one was laughable.

Lastly the feral girl, in between mouthfuls of slop and cutlery, chimed in. She had no formal superpowers. She wasn't even considered human, it was implied. She did have a name. 'Kailani'. It had no meaning to Charon, if he had it his way, it'd soon have no meaning to anyone.

Amidst all of these contrasting voices, Charon did take note of the other red haired woman. Piercing face that reminded Charon of a reptile. Confirming her non-human features, she opened her maw to reveal her rows of jagged serrated teeth. Built purely for tearing at even the hardiest flesh. Charon knew her by reputation, The Demon. He wasn't particularly inclined to believe her claims of demonhood, but stranger things had happened. Himself, for example. But that said, he knew a display when he saw it. She'd even gone as far as to shoot out her forked tongue, like some kind of on-stage performance. 

[i][colour=firebrick]'Scary.'[/colour][/i] Charon mused internally. When it came to displays used to sow fear, Charon personally preferred skinning someone alive and leaving their body behind.

But all of this was a performance in one way or another. People establishing themselves. As fighters, scholars, survivors... Hungry, in Kailani's case. Charon didn't entertain performances. He made his point and was done with it.

Speaking in his typical low, gravelly monotone. Charon's voice was likely to not even be heard among the rest of the chatter at the table. But his look right into the eyes of Körbl would be hard to miss even if the German were hard of sight.

[colour=firebrick]"Were we to engage."[/colour] He said, matter-of-factly, ignoring Körbl's actual question. [colour=firebrick]"I would kill you. And neither you nor anyone else'd be able to stop me."[/colour]

There was a cold circle of steel that pressed itself at the base of Charon's neck. His own personal Guard. It wasn't a typical threat however. The weapon itself wouldn't really do much to dissuade Charon when he began to "work". Instead the Guard reminded him of the actual deterrent he now faced.

[colour=firebrick]"Fortunately for you. Unfortunately for me. I won't be able to follow through on that fact. Not unless the implant added to me is temporarily turned off. Or removed."[/colour]

Charon merely clasped his hands and looked elsewhere in the cafeteria. If there was a response to his words, even from the German himself, Charon wasn't particularly interested. As far as he was concerned, all of his words, heard or not, were plain and irrefutable truth.

Instead he surveyed the rest of the room. Perhaps if an incident did occur. Staff would deem it necessary to let the wraith off his leash. Then, both men would get their wish.