Zinnia smiled and shook his hand, ignoring the tint in Iron's cheeks.  "No, I don't think we have.  I just got here a little less than one week ago."  She let go of the man's hand and crossed her legs, then sighed down at her food.  It was simply too bland.  Sure, she had managed to swipe a glass of orange juice before the elastic girl got her hands on the whole pitcher, but a piece of toast?  She didn't like her heritage, but that didn't mean she didn't appreciate a well-made kofta every now and then.  Anything slightly spicy would be a godsend right now, the last time she ate anything along those lines was the day she left Istanbul.
	She then looked up at Iron after a slightly too long moment of silence.  "So, what do you do around here?  For a job, I mean.  I haven't been given one yet."  She pursed her lips slightly.  [i]Seriously, what's going on with this?  You're stuttering like a fool, Zinnia!  You, don't, stutter!  Ever![/i]