"It's not awful. Not really." Molly hadn't really liked any of the places she'd stayed, so "awful" was a relative term. She wasn't happy, she was simply less unhappy, and it showed in her voice. "I mean, some places are so bad I don't even feel bad about punching a hole through the wall to get out. This place is just plain freaking lame."
One of the tines on Molly's fork snapped off and landed in the overly-styled hair of a woman next to her when she brought it down on the plate. The woman didn't notice. It brought a smile to her face and she cheered up slightly. Swallowing a mouthful of roll, she asked, "What about you? How's your job and 'master' and stuff?"