She was coming along because she knew there would be a vending machine somewhere on that long-ass hallway, and she wanted some Red Bull too; because Mary wasn't a hypocrite, so she didn't start drinking alcohol before dark. And some stupid thing like Coke only made her stomach ache.
"You know what, they start to look like that more and more as time goes by." Mary confessed, shrugging. Because all that was left was the staff starting to run around with hands in their heads screaming 'WE´RE DOOOOMED'.
"Clearly." Well, Mary didn't know the girl, but she doubted this one could make the situation any worse. There came a low point in which things couldn't go any lower. Right?
Mary grinned at the machine, and scrapped together some change from her many pockets. No skirts today; more pockets. She waited for coma-girl to go first.