Angie smelt the food before she saw the main hall. She had saw a boy go in there before her, so she was sure this was something. The smell was  appetitizing but she really never ate much. Last thing she ate was a sandwich, she didn't remember the type because that wasn't important. Opening the door slightly trying not to cause noise, she slips inside. Her light frame helping the slient quality while the door itself slams shut as if it knew. 

[i]Shit.[/i]

Scanning over the crowd, of 3 which really isn't a crowd, she picked out the interesting people. Tas and the psychotic dude, and the one strange boy. [i]Great[/i] walking, her slightly wedged flats, which she wore to the place contradicting the outfit she wore. The flats stood out as a dark red like pooled blood. She hadn't changed her outfit into the uniform. she could do that later if needed. Going over to buffet trying to ignore everyone the robtic server. She always liked synthetics. Most of them were easily hacked. 

[b]" Good Evening, Angelica Morres."[/b]

The pure of the machine inside soothed Angie's nerves, it reminded her of her nanny as a child. Looking around at the table her glasses pointed her to the best option; few slices of ham and some tomato's. 
[color=0072bc]" Good Evening to you too. A few slices of ham and some tomato's please."[/color] Her voice staying its normal level, her entire presence contradicted her smirk which never left her lips. almost forgetting something she answered before the machine could spit out the response. [color=0072bc]" Make that Medium sized please."[/color]

The machine responding with a beep as it slid along the table grabbing what she had ordered, the ham slices on one plate tomato slices on the next. The machine delicately placed it on her tray and moved back to its starting potion. Looking at the plate she walked over to the drinks pouring some iced tea into a medium sized cup she walked away from the buffet carrying the tray. Wanting to know names she sat down a few spaces away from Kessler wanting to listen in but not be suspected. The way she ate was also a fake delicate in manner. Only known to her if she was faking this.