Tom couldn't help letting out a sigh as he went up to the cafeteria to pick up his dinner. The mess hall was one of his least favourite locations to spend time in the prison, as it was the one time he couldn't avoid spending time with the worst of the prisoners in the jail. He could feel their eyes on him as he took the food and headed for the most distant table he could find. There were guards dotted all around the room, dressed in armour which covered their appearances so well you could almost wonder whether the occupants were human or not, powerful rifles slung across their front. He sat down and started eating, hoping the other prisoners would pay as little attention to him as he was to them.