Jerid watched the fight with some amusement. Suppose it's no problem there's no tv here, plenty of entertainment.
He made a mental note of the three exeptional people in the scene. That girl was dangerous. She hadn't done anything yet and she seemed to be the center of attention already, she managed to get two of the tougher looking thugs here to feel protective over her in a minute or two. Impressive.

Once the food was gone Jerid got up and casually walked over to their table, empty tray in hand.
He kneeled next to the big lump of defeat that sat on the ground. The guards didn't seem to give a damn about him. He carefully stuck out a hand, like trying to pet a wild cat.
The guy said nothing, his mind was probably more occupied with the world shattering loss of face he just went trough. No doubt he'd sink a few ranks in whatever stupid prison gang he was in. Jerid inspected the mans wounds. These were made by someone who knew what they were ding, no professional training, but a lifetime of experience. "The kidney shot's will have your sides painful for a few days but no real permanent damage there. But there's a nasty gash on your temple here, how are you feeling buddy?" The man shot Jerid a hazy look and struggled to answer. Then a look of panic, one Jerid recognized in time to quickly step back and shove Jasmine out of the way. The poor guy sprayed the contents of his stomach on the floor in front of him. Jerid stood up and sighed. "Clean up on aisle two!" He shouted at one of the guards. "Damn the food looks exactly the same coming out." He muttered.