Amber furrowed her brow and flashed Raph a quizzical expression. “You’ve never…?” She tried to mime smoking a joint, but balancing the plates made it a significant challenge. If he hadn’t, maybe she’d have to introduce him to it; it was one of the gentler substances she could bring into someone’s life, and it certainly helped her with her abilities. Without a joint every other day (or every day, as had been the case on the outside), Amber’s abilities had the tendency of going a little haywire.
Or a lot haywire. Depending.
“Well, if you ever wanna join me,” she chuckled. “Door’s always open.”
Some alternatives, that’s for sure. Upon hearing that, Amber’s glassy-eyed stare turned a little more serious. She sized Raph up for a moment, wondering where he’d been before arriving at Limbo. Everyone here must have had a hell of a story – and few of them were likely happy ones.
She smiled at his assistance and nodded towards a free table at the far end of the rather empty cafeteria. “Thanks!”
Upon reaching the table, Amber set the plates down and slumped into the chair. It didn’t take her long before she started sticking her fork into the cake, but her gaze was still lingering on Raph. “You should tell me about yourself. Y’know, while I pile cake into my face.”