Luckily William Grey was sitting on the opposite side of James, to the left of him and received no effects of the glare. Not that it would probably effect him anyway. Will had been here three months, so less than James, but he kept himself to himself. The 'angel' had almost completed his own dinner. It was a little lax in taste and flavour - fat too. But it was alright. Necessary to survive - though some people were clearly spoilt.
Watching the temper tantrum display from the other man Will merely kept munching. He was behaving like a two year old.
Waste not want not. Seeing an opportunity Will extended a fork, grabbed at the angry man's tray and scooted it towards him. The more food he ate the less likely he was going to waste away here and die from malnutrition. That would be the worst thing, seeing the afterlife. He had no intention of meeting his maker.