Jennifer watched in confusion as the other schoolgirl chose, rather than to simply go get a drink from somewhere else--or tear the vending machine open, which she was quite capable of doing, to roundhouse kick it away. Who installed a vending machine on the rooftop, anyway? It was convenient but hardly the sort of well-trafficked area that you would expect to find something like that. Not that it mattered any more.

The English girl's opinion on the noise was a lot more relaxed than her fellow rooftop diners: "It's probably not important for now, we should eat the pizza first."