Skurai had been in the cafeteria earlier. She may have been one of the first ones there and now sat with her food completely eaten at her table, legs crossed and writing silently on a scrap of paper..<br/><br/>..how she got the paper and stub of a pencil, nobody knew but her.<br/><br/>People seemed to give her a wide enough girth, leaving the entire end of the table she was sitting at just for her. And that was perfectly fine with her. None of these idiots we're worth crimpin' here.. Except maybe that Brandy woman. She seemed to have a good head on her shoulders.<br/><br/>She watched as a man made his way to the only remaining empty table, the one furthest away from the door, and coincidentally the table closest to her. She knew he was the prison's newest captor and just that would cause the poor lad trouble. Without glancing around she could tell there were several people who had their eyes on him, the Brandy girl included.<br/><br/>Skurai wasn't interested in such a man, persay...but his<em>story</em>was another matter, because just by looking at him she knew he hadn't killed anyone before and she knew the government knew this as well. A man's deadlights were much changed by the spilling of blood and while she'd maimed and hurt and maybe tortured some people..she could say she hadn't sent anyone to Davey's locker just yet...but she'd known people who had. And she's seen how it changes a man.<br/><br/>Quietly, Skurai finished up her scribbles.<br/><br/>((P.S. if you need pirate slang to be defined just let me know. I just tried to write how Skurai thinks. ALSO, I'm on my phone so I'm going back and editing autocorrected nonsense hahaha.))