Right.

Someone will probably bother her anyway.

Definitely. Because she's tiny and looks pretty helpless.

No, because prisoners are jerks.

Exactly.

(Ss, this is kinda your cue to have aforementioned prisoners be jerks. bc plot.)

Jack stopped eating as a shout echoed across the room, starting again when it died away. The shout rang out again, angrier this time. Jack seemed to freeze, hackles raised. There was growing tension in the room. You could almost see it--like a black shadow seeping over the tables and compressing the air. It was emanating from a bench on the opposite side of the trough room where two inmates were on their feet and nose to nose.
"Let's go," Jack hissed, getting up. Other people were doing the same, eyeing the confrontation warily as they made for the exit.
"What's going on?"
"Trouble," was his reply. "And we don't want to be anywhere near it."
As if on cue there was another sound and a metallic crash. One of the boys was reeling backward, a red gash in his head where something had struck him. His attacker was preparing for another blow, the tray raised above his head, the sharp edge directed forward like an ax.

The noises startle Rhia awake. She gets out of bed and looks to see what's going on.

Cole, Nicote, and Lio were already high tailing it out of here.

Elzay was watching from the sidelines.

Rhia goes over to her.