After chewing thoroughly on her bread, Raine quietly reached over and grabbed a bowl before settling down on her bed once more. She then brought the bowl up to her nose and sniffed, wanting to see if she could at least guess what was in the brown colored substance. [I]There's some pork in here...and maybe a few green vegetables, all held together by an interestingly thick paste like substance..[/I] She picked up a spoonful of the mixture before placing it in her mouth, savoring the taste of the food. It wasn't too bad for prison food, though the woman would have suggested that they add more salt. As she continued to eat, Raine's grey eyes fell upon Flake's sleeping form and she raised an eyebrow while swallowing a mouthful of her food. She would have expected him to be awake by now, since he seemed like a light sleeper.

In fact, she actually suspected him to be awake at the moment, though there was no way of being complete sure just by looking at him. He was really skilled at faking as though he was asleep. With that thought in mind, Raine continued to watch him intently while steadily eating her food, waiting for him to show some indication that he was awake. Maybe his breathing patterns would change or his eyes would flutter beneath his eyelids or he would make some movement that would suggest that he was not actually asleep. By the time she had cleaned her bowl completely, Flake still hadn't moved. [I]Hmph, he's really intent on staying like that...[/I] She thought and then a smirked formed on her face as an idea popped into her mind. Maybe there was something that she could do to get him moving...

Silently, the assassin slipped the spoon from her bowl and placed it on her bed, alongside the bowl. She then inched herself slowly from the edge of her bed, careful not to make the bed squeak in any way. It would ruin her plan if it did. Once she successfully made it from the bed, Raine slowly got down in a crouch, cutting her eyes towards Flake to see if he had moved yet. When she realized he hadn't, another smirked formed across her face. So far, so good. While keeping her breathing steady, Raine began to slowly creep across the cool prison floor, using her hands and feet much like a cat. All she needed was a tail and ears and she would fit the profile. Thankfully, though, the tray that still held Flake's breakfast was not too far away from her and, soon, she was holding his piece of bread in her hand, slowly bringing the stale thing towards her lips...