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[indent] Haven's stomach ached the whole way to the front of the line. She tried to hide how hungry she felt in her nonchalant answers to the workers behind the counter. Her gaze never left the food, though. A small sign that she couldn't wait for a full stomach of "beef" pastry.

The tray was taken from the server with gentle strength as Haven snagged a spoon with her other hand. She was sure that they had plenty to spare, in case it slipped onto the ground, but Haven didn't want to delay her meal any longer than necessary. So, hands firm on each end of the tray, Haven turned and made a casual beeline for the first person she saw that she didn't feel like avoiding.

Haven set her tray onto the table two spaces down from Sophia. She eased into the seat, grateful again that they were backless, and allowed her wings to fold behind her. The tips of them barely grazed the floor. She had already scooped up her spoon before she spoke.

[color=tan]"How's it taste?"[/color] She asked. Her eyes flitted to the other tables briefly. They snagged on the form of a mothman at the table The Kid was hosting at, her eyes roaming the tiny powder-like scales that covered his wings. Then on the small form of a girl with translucent wings similar to the honeybees Haven used to steal from.

[i]Woah... Wes is gonna have a field day.[/i]

Haven quickly turned her focus back onto her meal. The spoon dug into the center of the pie. She wasted no time in taking the first bite. The taste was bland, but the notes of salt and meat hit her tastebuds and that's all she needed for her guarded posture to subtly melt.

[color=tan]"Not bad,"[/color] she murmured around her chewing.

The Kid's monologue caught her attention. She listened to the words as she took her time on the beef pie. It seemed like they'd caught too many fish in their trap, and now they were trying to figure out what to do with them. If The Kid was right about them being split into groups, it was obvious which group she'd be sent to. Her "powersets" were simple and needed no further discovery. She'd be sent on a ride along, to be told what to do with herself when she's released into the public after her "rehabilitation".

With a local hero affiliate, though? She wondered if Wes was already hoping that he'd be put in that group. He would certainly be an asset to the facility. A promising future- legal - hero. Haven, however, wondered if the world would ever accept a metahuman as their saviour.

Lost in her thoughts, Haven glanced up at the table across from them. The guy with the white chunk of hair sat across from them, minding his own business. He was still a mystery. One that Haven wasn't sure she wanted to uncover. She turned her head to check in with Sophia, and her eyes caught sight of [i]him.[/i]

Frederick Jackson set free among the group, walking spoonless with his own tray of beef pie. Haven's wings instinctively tucked closer to her back. She didn't turn her gaze away, nor did she glare or balk at him. She watched him carefully, as if she was unsure how to feel about him.

She didn't know if she should avoid him entirely or if she wanted to hand him her own spoon as an offering. Did they really expect him to eat with his hands? He looked hungry, just as hungry as she was, but he still deserved the simple respect of a utensil to eat with.

Haven's eyes returned to her tray. She put another bite full of pie in her mouth and chewed. She could chat with Sophia for a bit while she thought about it. Even though she'd hardly looked at her table mate since she sat down. 

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