[Dylan + Hannah: Facility]
Hannah tried to eat at the military vendeteria as often as she could. She didn't actually collect a paycheck, since she wasn't really an employee, and she was kind of really broke now. The motel had taken her last bit of stashed away money, and she was going to need to steal something or make that job she was considering in the Red Light come to fruition. She ate at the vendeteria as much as she could because it was free; she needed free. And the food wasn't bad. She wasn't actually sure how her tastebuds worked, because she was really uncurious about her own physiology. She'd thought about it for a little while once, and she'd decided she felt more human if she didn't understand exactly how she mimicked humanity. She liked eating at the vendeteria.
She didn't have an apple on her tray. She had a sandwich comprised of peanut butter, jelly, and bananas. She had french fries, because they had the crinkly kind today, and because she loved the crinkly kind. She had lots of packets of ketchup, because she really loved ketchup. She had apple juice, and she had a bowl of chocolate pudding. She knew it wasn't a really adult lunch, but she liked the composition on her tray. She thought it all looked really good, and she even thought her belly grumbled. She considered what ballerinas ate for lunch, and she pictured them ordering really healthy things while standing on their tiptoes in pretty white slippers. In her imaginings, there was no blood inside the ballet shoes, and her toes didn't hurt even a little.
Dressed like always, hair up and heels going click, click clack, she carried her tray into the vast space. She liked looking around and imagining, imagining what everyone collected was like, and she saw the dark-haired boy alone and went up to him. That's what always happened in movies. "Can I sit here?" Beat. "Hi."