As the two men kept discussing arrangements, Amelia only listened while she ate her food. It was simply common sense to stay the hell out of other people's business when it didn't concern her. She downed the rest of her drink in one attempt, and almost instantly felt some slight pressure in her head.

"Excuse me for a moment," she interrupted, pushing her chair back to walk to the restroom. This time, she couldn't care less whether people were staring her down. If they had a problem with her, they would have already made such matter clear.

Amelia went through the door, noticing it was a small, two-stall restroom. She walked over to the sink and placed her hands on either side of it, leaning forward to study her reflection. After a few moments of staring at a tired and slightly dirty face, Amelia turned the faucet to splash some water on her face.