Tris hadn't been feeling well for the past couple of days, but she had managed to hide it pretty well from Tobias. She knew he'd get worried, but there was no way that she was going to the clinic or the hospital. She hadn't liked those kinds of places even before she had come here because of Jeanine, but here she was even more afraid of what would happen to her. Back home, all a needle would do would be to send her into a hallucination or cause her to scream herself hoarse from the pain. But at least she would know what was happening to her. It was the knowing versus the not knowing that made her decide to keep it a secret that she wasn't well.
However, when Tobias left to make a supply run and had looked her over, she knew that if she was laying in the same place she had been when he left, then he'd want to know what was wrong or why she had hid it from him. They weren't supposed to have any secrets between them -- especially now. She didn't tell him that she was sick because she didn't want to give him one more thing to worry about.
And they were worried.
Both of them had been paying attention to things being said on the computer network -- which, sorry tech people, she would never trust a computer ever again -- and it made them think way too much about their world. This infighting and distrust; was this how the original fighting in their world started? Was something like this what has led to the Factions being created?
The different smells assaulting her senses was what pulled her out of the fact that she hadn't been paying attention to where she was going. Finding herself downtown hadn't been what she expected. Feeling too exposed in the open, she ducked into the closest place that had a door and stopped inside for a moment, trying to get her bearings.
When she recognized Darryl, her tension eased up a fraction and she got into line behind him -- after making sure she knew where all of the doors and windows were.
"I've never seen anything like this before." She breathed, looking from the menu to the counter with... well, it had everything imaginable, didn't it?