"Back to breakfast inmate. You know the rules." 

[i]"What the heck do you suppose I do here? I'm done eating!" [/i]
Clare tried reasoning with the guard but was met with no verbal response. Instead the guard just became less lax, tensing herself as if she was expecting trouble.
Clare sighed before returning to her table. She propped up her elbows on the table and rested her head on her hands. She looked around her , waiting for everyone to be over with their breakfast.
The vampire was brought a glass and Clare noticed the show she made as she drank the blood. Clare gave her an unfazed look before she returned to people-watching. If the vampire thought she could intimidate Clare, she had another thing coming. Clare knew a vampire or two, and had even fought beside them. However, [i]now[/i] was different from [i]then[/i] and this vampire was no comrade of hers.
Clare noticed a hybrid reading and decided she would get herself a book too. Probably a good, thick one; one that would last long enough to keep her entertained during the slow moments of prison life, such as the one she was currently trapped in.