Victoria hated one thing about lunch. No one thought about it until you had one arm having to help you walk. A tray... You balence it and risk losing lunch. You buy a meal that's one handed but miss out on cooked food half thr timr, or you have to be embarrassed and ask for help.

In summer it was less busy, easier to balence oene handed and this was packed tigh.t. First few weeks, and winter where the worst. Balence was out, she had already lost her lunch a few times too. 

Queuing up, and getting help from one of the staff Victoria  Sat down on a free table looking out for a friendly face, or someone she knew. Pretty normal food though thr desert was overly sweet for most, she loved it. 

Victoria was slightly embarrassed to ask, but she had to admit carrying a tray one handed across a jostling dining hall was a fools errand. Staff would help, her medical plan made sure of it, but still it made the obvious difference so stark between her and others.
 Not that her 4'9 he height, skin so white she could probbly blend into snow was not obvious at all. Least she had manged to keep her blonde hair and grey eyes... Being a living ghost would be even worse.