Tim stepped into the mess hall of the prison, long since past the point where his stomach was making audible noises to indicate hunger. The hall was a mix of rough looking human prisoners and aliens both human-like and the strange, biohazard suited, creatures who lingered by themselves. Once he had got the usual uninteresting tat that passed for a healthy meal in the prison he made his way to the table farthest from the door. If he could get through another meal without having to deal with another prisoner he would be happy.