Ellen hummed a soft tune to herself as she stood within one of the corners of the Prisoner Mess Hall, having been unfortunately the one to draw the short straw and ending up having to take up the usual guard position for that block.

There truly wasn't anything wrong with just standing around and watching the prisoners, she just couldn't help but find it boring. Who would want to spend most of their time just standing around and watching a bunch of low-lives eat? Not her, that's for sure.

Her soft tune was cut short by the sound of someone approaching her, her head tilting to look at you. The red ocular units of her faceplate stared at you for a few moments before her voice crackled out of the communications system of her helmet. "Eh-?"