Elise doesn't respond at first, pushing the sandwich away with a shrug. While she didn't look particularly down, it wasn't hard to tell she didn't seem like the usual cheery soccer captain that most people saw her as. Why was she letting something so silly as a detention get to her? She could already imagine how much she would be made fun of for it, nor did she really have anyone to really talk to about it. The truth was, the detention didn't bother her, but it was the feeling of being trapped. Of being forced to just sit in the lunch room and unable to go off and explore as she normally did. It was that pent up energy that caused her foot to tap like rapid fire, the reason why she felt so anxious right now. But she was getting carried away with herself. Overthinking as usual. 

	Normally, she wouldn't even respond to someone who asked to sit by her, usually opting to ignore them until they left her alone. Then again, most people that came to her usually asked for a date or tried to start some fight with her. Whether it was the need for something new, or the welcoming of such an innocent question that made her feel the need to respond, she couldn't quite tell. 

	"I'm not really hungry. Usually I make a pretty good sandwich, but I didn't quite nail it this morning you know?"