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Alyx was eating her food quietly in a neat cross-legged style as more people bustled in and out of the room. She watched Fletcher stare at his food with discontent and he almost seemed to be skeptical of what he was about to consume. She wondered why he would eat it, if he didn't make him himself?

Yet, she kept it to herself.

Conversation flew this way and that and it almost seemed too much for her to handle. Why did people have to talk so much anyway? It was insane...The amount of words spoken by people on the daily seemed to be an extreme amount. It was unsettling. Alyx was never much for words, more observations, actions and reactions. She scarfed down her food and the same man who had greeted her came up to her again and asked her kindly to sit at the table with the rest of the group. She stared at Fletcher for a brief moment and then her eyes quickly darted back down to her food then back up at him. A strange emotion rested in Fletcher's eyes, one she had seem far too often at the lab: Curiosity. Yet, Fletcher's kind of curiosity didn't seem to ruffle Alyx's feathers too much, if she knew any better she might have even trusted him.

She licked her lips slowly and stood up, holding her plate of food much too close, as if she were expecting someone to snatch it from her; scuttling over to the table she sits in the empty seat next to Fletcher and stares at his food for a moment, a certain smell wafted over her nose from the cup, her eyebrow raises, "I... personally... wouldn't drink whatever that is.." She stated quietly, unsure if the smell was just an unusual drink, or a man-made chemical. She bit her lower lip, put her head down and began to eat once again, "One of your chefs has put some sort of... Heavy sleeping pill in your drink... I don't know why you trust them when your gut states you shouldn't.