She watched him walk down the hall, feeling the echo of the tug on her hair. Sweetheart? She followed, stride long and lazy, eyes boring into his spine. "Yeah, I prefer getting out and doing things, love-nuts. More fun. Straight ahead is the cafeteria. It's open twenty-four hours a day, and Ryouma--you'll meet him--can sweet-talk the head cook into decent food. I'm pretty sure he's trying to poison the rest of us, though. Hungry?" She leaned against the corner and smiled innocently.