Quicklog: Gwen and Flash have lunch?
[Gwen was allowed to move around the facility at will now. There was a sub-dermal chip implanted in her cortex, and it totally phoned home constantly, so there was no risk of her disappearing. And she'd agreed to return daily for League testing, as long as she was allowed her freedom in town. It wasn't really freedom, but it felt like it to the girl who'd spent her six-plus months of life locked in a concrete room within a laboratory. Her behavior, since agreeing to the arrangement, had been exemplary, and she stopped to eat at the cafeteria as often as she could during the day, because the League covered it, and she kind of didn't make enough money at the diner to stock her fridge. Luckily, she could always find something rejected to eat at the diner for dinner.
She was dressed in lab whites, not having changed into her street clothes yet, and her copper hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. She grabbed for a tray, and she totally sanitized it with some Purell (which she always kept in her pocket). Once that was done, she obtained the most nutritionally sound items available on the lunch menu: Baked tilapia, wild rice, and roasted vegetables. None of them tasted super good, and she was almost sorry Jason had introduced her to really great Chinese takeout. But this was a nutritionally sound combination of items, and she carried her tray back to the picnic-style tables that lined the cafeteria in sleek metal.
There were a bunch of people walking away from the table at the corner, and they were whispering about the boy at that table being totally dangerous. Gwen (of course) couldn't resist learning more about the boy in question, because she was totally a sucker for information. She didn't suffer from shyness, and she walked right up to the table and placed her tray on the tabletop. She sat across from the boy without requesting permission or invitation, and she awkwardly shoved her hand out for him to shake (totally unthinking about the Doritos on his fingers). There was no recognition in her seagreen eyes] Hi. Those are totally unhealthy. [The Doritos.] What are you watching?