Caitlin and Van
Caitlin agreed mentally that they should've brought their own food. At least then they'd know everything would be edible and not weird shit for people with too much money. Like the person who decided to eat fish eggs. Seriously? Just eat the damn fish and call it good.
"Tch," Caitlin agreed, "Seriously. They're so fucking clued out to everything. Not all of them are though. Like John? He's not terrible." Caitlin saying someone was not something meant that she didn't hate them. She had, so far, thought this about Van and John. And Ms. Hallowfen, who didn't really meddle much, and since Caitlin wasn't failing her class, she didn't bother her. Though Caitlin had the sneaking suspicion that the woman was still watching her.
She stretched her legs out before her, the beat up pants and even more beat up sneakers looked out of place there. Caitlin wasn't going to blend in so easily, but everyone was so caught up in themselves, they wouldn't notice. Caitlin looked at Van, "You ever try to bail out of the homes they stuck you in?"