Kazza shifted once or twice on what counted for a bed in the prison once the lights turned on, the welcoming hum of the electricity that greeted him every morning and through out each day. He was used to it by this point after having lived with it for such a long time, especially his own and everyone else's whenever someone got close enough. That little hum of electricity that came from their nervous systems.<br/><br/>With a long, drawn out groan as he climbed out of his bed and took a moment to straighten himself up as best as he could before stepping out and slowly shuffled his way toward the canteen, taking glances at each of the guards to take into account any differences in positioning or patrols till he got in line, obtained his own portions of slop, and headed over to one of the available seats, hoping to grab one that was at least a distance away from a few other people so that he could have a easier time with that constant, though pleasant hum.