She leaned against the counter, unable to tolerate standing upright. With a groan, she said, "But then I'd have to move. It took all my energy just to get here..." She looked over her sunglasses at Victoria and pouted. "Ugh... if I must. I may actually die if I don't eat something. Although I may die if I eat the oatmeal. I guess we'll find out," With an indignant huff, she shook the bag of oatmeal and poured in hot coffee. It wasn't going to taste amazing anyway but this way, she'd get something out of it. However, at the first bite, she regretted her decision.
She began tapping at the phone, hoping to miraculously guess the code to open its secrets. However it merely stared back at her, empty and just a little judgmental. Selene rubbed her temples, hoping to urge life back into her brain. Where the hell did she pick up a phone? But nothing came to her. Then John walked up with a snide remark to her friend. She was tempted to join in but the smell of microwave pizza made her stomach churn.
"Hey, pizza boy, you wouldn't happen to be missing a phone, would you? I found it at a party last night," she said, with a wan smile, waving the phone, "Oh no, it couldn't be yours. You might actually have fun at a party and you couldn't have that, could you?" It was the best she could do under the circumstances. "Bourgeois" revolutionaries had to stick together.