For her part, Faye had made sure to stock up on all of the baked goods she could stomach every morning. It was the best time to eat, storing up energy for exploring through the rest of the day, when Faye was likely to go tromping off deep into the jungle, half out of a morbid curiosity over what was there, and half because she couldn't stand staying in one place. It wasn't worth bringing along too much food for all of that, as Faye had always been someone who packed light, hated weights dragging her down in any way. So there she was, bright and early, fork stabbing the two slices of pie she'd brought over from the bakery, and a magazine spread out beside her. The fashions delightfully aged to her eyes. It had all been peaceful, lovely, until she heard some mumbling, an incessant noise that she did her best to ignore until it became too much.

Slowly, she looked up, seeing a young man a couple tables down.

"You realize that there are other people here, don't you, greenhorn?" Faye asked, resting her chin in her hand.