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[thepathofpins]

In mess hall, the only things you can usually find on the tables are slop, elbows, and assorted small portable items

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[raisednofool]

"Your coffin bed ain't comfortable enough?" asks Angelo.

Remarking upon her!

He's coming into the room, not staying by the door, just to eye her from a little closer.

[thepathofpins]

There's a slightly longer pause than might be expected.

"I'm not sleeping, remember?" Martine says, not bothering to sit up, though she does twist to look at him - and smile, a little.

Of all the people it could have been doing the remarking, Angelo is far from the worst.

[raisednofool]

"Ah," he says softly, smirking at her and climbing up onto the table beside her, keeping about a foot between them as he sits down, feet planted on the bench. "Lo siento, I'd forgotten - Martine the Non-Sleeping Beauty, eh?"

He grins at her for a second before looking around the mess hall - it's been ages since he's been here and-- he doesn't really miss it at all. "What're you hidin' from? You're not eatin', are you, 'cause that's just sick."

[thepathofpins]

Martine shakes her head in amusement, pushing herself up from the table and widening the distance between them by a fraction or so.

"I'm not hiding from anything," she says, curling her legs up beside her as she leans on her arm for support "You know me, I'm fearless."

"What's wrong with the food?" She adds, tilting her head.