The coffee in the cafeteria was pretty terrible, even for a girl from the 90s. All those fancy coffees weren't super trendy just yet back in Kait's home world but coffee still usually tasted good. In the cafeteria it mostly tasted stale, like it had been burned too hot. Kaitlyn knew that beggars couldn't be choosers so she drank it anyway.
The two of them ended up sitting at a table near the back of the cafeteria, tucked off into a corner. Kaitlyn took the drawing out of her bag, unfolded it and slid it across the table so that Rob could see her drawing.
"These drawings are some ancient language. Minoan. I only know that because I'd seen these marks before. Max Guevara."
Max wasn't exactly a social butterfly but she made her rounds in the prison and everyone knew her. Besides, it was impossible to miss her with all of those tattoos. Well, they weren't actually tattoos but they looked that way.