After the initial flurry of activity dies down, Caro hops up for some breakfast. She goes for simple, filling, and absolutely nothing new. Everything she gets is food she's had often enough to know it won't upset her stomach later, or end up suddenly sleepy from it or similar. She slides back into her seat and eyes Sullivan thoughtfully.
"What if it's really cold in the Arena," she asks, eyes wide as Zopf looks over at her. "Should I risk a fire?" When he looks back down at his plate, she rolls her eyes at Sullivan.
Might as well be an annoying little shit at her last good meal for a while. Think of it as acting practice. Garak shoots her a look over his coffee, and she smirks back, but down into her breakfast.
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Date: 2013-07-05 12:55 am (UTC)"What if it's really cold in the Arena," she asks, eyes wide as Zopf looks over at her. "Should I risk a fire?" When he looks back down at his plate, she rolls her eyes at Sullivan.
Might as well be an annoying little shit at her last good meal for a while. Think of it as acting practice. Garak shoots her a look over his coffee, and she smirks back, but down into her breakfast.