Kaz had given up on writing for the day- he'd gotten some good melodies down, but no words to go with them. As usual. He looked at his watch- damn thing still didn't work, of course, it hadn't since hell had broken loose. But he figured it was about lunchtime, so he headed down to the grill. He was getting a little tired of that froofy shit that "Chef Blackhead" was serving. He wanted a good old-fashioned American meal.
Heading down to the Grill, he just sat there for a moment, looking over the menu. Now that he was here, he had no clue what he wanted. There hadn't been too many other people in here- he wondered if there were still people hanging out in the medical center. He leaned back a little, taking in the room briefly. As he looked, he caught another woman staring at him, and it was a look he'd seen all too often. That look of "I should know him from some place." He smiled and got up, moving closer to her and noticing that she seemed to be in the middle of her dinner. He sat down at the table directly next to hers. "Hi, how's it going?" he said, giving her that semi-famous smile.