"I know who you are Valia... I was the Head Runner in our class. I am almost surprised that you don't remember me..." But then again, not many people wanted to remember an intimidating and silent girl who acted more as if she were forty and not just eighteen. "Johnson, America", the young woman would add as if to jog Valia's memory.
"So...I take it you didn't like the food much?"
America turned her attention to Cale, then looked over her shoulder at the others' eating. There was some hunger but America really did not wish to join them. "I ... " America couldn't answer the question really. She hadn't even touched the food before slinging it across the room. Though she would try to answer it as best as she could, "I do not know yet, Cale."
Eyes shifted between the two "children", back and forth while trying to sort them out. A runner, who was very different from herself and then her roommate, a scientist who she knew practically nothing about. Why was she always the one that was outcast and strange? Was her personality truly undesirable? Were those whispers of her being someone rather rude and abrupt true? "I am going to go to the room now", America decided. Yes, being alone, where she belonged was the best course of action right now. There she would be able to collect her thoughts and calm herself. Perhaps even some meditation would do America well after allowing her emotions to take control instead of using her head and keeping them bottled like a good Runner was supposed to do. They always remained composed and in control, calm, level-headed. It had been drilled into her skull since the first day of training... and so far, she was failing; them and herself.