Kalinda had made her way to the cafeteria. She grabbed a salad, and made her way to the back, stealing a table, looking up at the continual reports about Lex Luther's murder. She sighed to herself. Kalinda recognised her own signs and symptoms of becoming depressed, and she wanted to prevent that, but couldn't think of any way. 

Sometimes, she just wished she could expel her emotions and not feel them. She stared at he salad, and pushed it away untouched.