Day 11

"Where did your nails go?"

He sets down his tray across from her at the dining table. It's a bit small, a little quaint, and sometimes she bumps whoever's sitting next to her by accident.

She hates it.

Would rather be sitting in the big empty mess hall, that she's responsible for sweeping once a week despite it not actually being put to use anymore.

"I bit them off." She pokes the yolk of her egg and watches it break across her plate pooling in with the bread and bacon.

"Why?"

"Because it's one of the small satisfactions I still have, Daniel."

"Oh." He doesn't add salt, or pepper, or that red paste the Tau'ri add to everything, just starts cutting up and eating his eggs. He points at her, mouth full, and offers, "You know, if you're looking for something to do—"

"I don't need your pity work." Stands from the table leaving the tray in place as everyone congregates for breakfast.