Kansas gets up from the table she was sitting at takes her uneaten tray over to the trash can. She pushes the contents into the dark garbage bag and brings the tray back to the dish line where she drops it onto the assembly line. It clangs loudly but no one seems to notice. The entire room is buzzing with impatience. She's impatient herself but knows it won't help to complain. [i]I have to keep us sane.[/i] She heads back to the table and glances at the students sitting beside her. 

[i]What will get us through this?[/i] She notes that everyone sitting with her seems to make up a number of different cliques, as if everyone is bonding because of the lockdown. [i]Wouldn't that be nice?[/i] It's a sarcastic though but some small bit of truth rings out in the statement. [i]What if we really all did bond together? What if after this...whatever this is...we're all the best of the friends? The jocks and the nerds, the cheerleaders and the burnouts, the overachievers and the slackers. That'd be amusing.[/i] She looks over at some of her peers who are casually picking after their food. No one eats because, well, the food is disgusting. [color=8882be]"If you keep playing with it like that, it'll turn into pizza."[/color] She winks at the student across from her when they look up from their tray.