Cynthia went through the food line, grabbing at least 8 large strips of chicken, with ranch sauce. By then Marwan had his food and she was a little behind. Nonetheless, she caught up with him in time, paying for her meal.

At the table, she lifted her mask up to her nose, only revealing her mouth. She took bites of the strips, while dipping them into ranch sauce, looking at Marwan stuff his mouth with food.

She ignored it as it did not matter to her.

Marwan then turned to her and spoke. She replied back.

“It’s fine. We all get hungry and just want to stuff ourselves with good food” making a lighthearted smile, and tilting her head sideways just a little bit after finishing her fifth strip.

“I don’t know? I do expect the different teams to spar against each other or individuals to spar against another individual from a different team.”

She finished her sixth strip and wiped off the crumbs on her mouth.

“Nonetheless, I hope we do get to do that soon.”