Carter sat in the corner of the room, picking at the food on his plate. Well, it was supposed to be food. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, honestly. But it was something to do, so when the guards came to let him out of his cell to go to the mess hall, he didn't complain.
There was some sort of scuffle going on two tables over, and Carter rolled his eyes, bending down over his spot. After his own outburst a couple of days ago that had gotten him some hours in solitary, he was actually trying to keep a low profile. He knew from experience that the guards would take any excuse to throw him back in solitary.
It didn't mean he wasn't still protective of his own space. "What are you looking at?" he grumbled, feeling eyes on him and lifting his head.