[center][h3][u][color=c4df9b][i]Starfire![/i][/color][/u][/h3][/center]

[center][indent][b][u]January 1st, 8:41 PM
Chipotle Mexican Grill, West 34th Street, New York City[/u][/b][/indent][/center]

Starfire looked at Virgil and nodded. [color=c4df9b]"Chewing."[/color] She managed, taking the drink and tipping it back. Her predicament didn't change much, and might of even worsened. The Tamaran people did not eat, and did not have the systems in place required to eat food as humans did. Starfire's teeth were a relic, similar to the human appendix of a long lost species. Perhaps a carry over from the trifling and tinkering of primordials and titans. Either way, Starfire's appearence was deceptively human and it belied her utterly alien biology. Her appearence decieved even herself. The Tamaran quite literally did not have a digestive system, at least as humans know it. She waved off Clio, silently saying she was fine. Boojee? The language learning trick was quite inconsistent. Slang and corruptions were rarely covered, especially if derived from another language. Either way, Karen's reaction denoted it was an insult.

Karen asked a very bad question Starfire did not like to think about, and, Starfire was extremely phyiscally uncomfortable already. One of the uniformed waiters walked past and Starfire caught him on the arm.[color=c4df9b] "Excuse me- is there ah- rest room?"[/color] He seemed taken aback by her visible distress.

"Yeah. Right over there." He pointed to a sign that said restrooms, though the alien could not read it.[color=c4df9b] "Thank you."[/color] She said. Looking back at her friends, she stood from the desk. As the following events transpired, her friends would have time to discuss and answers questions with each other. Starfire would just be preoccupied momentarily.

[color=c4df9b]"I will be right-- back. I think I made a terrible mistake." [/color] Standing quickly from the table she rather clumsily made her way over to the restroom. Halfway through her rapid transit, she bumped into a man carrying some of his food, sending it to the ground. 

"[color=c4df9b]I am very- sorry!"[/color] She apologized, trying to wipe some of the food off his coat. [color=c4df9b]"I need to..."[/color] She didn't finish. It felt like her neck was going to explode. Well, not really, but it hurt to talk. Starfire had endured many injures on the outside, but never before had she experienced something attacking her from the inside out! This was a disastered. She glanced back over her shoulder at her friends and the stranger and grimaced a smile. It was a genuine smile, because at this point her mild suffering was bordering on comical. 

A few steps later and many strange looks, she burst into the men's bathroom.

"Woah," A man said, drying off his hands and staring confused at the orange-skinned, green eyed woman who had made a sudden entrance. "You uh- you okay?" Starfire nodded and went to open one of the stall doors. 

"Occupied- Jesus." Someone said. Fortunately there was another, and she locked the door behind it. Sitting down- there was a hole in this seat! Her eyes went wide and she fumbled to her feet. Placing the lid down she sat down and gathered her thoughts. Okay. She just had to rest a moment and all will be well. Closing her eyes, her heart and jewel within her abdomen glowed, and Starfire's head lolled to the side and she went limp. Green light flew to her neck, and the food within turned to ash. A few seconds later she awoke and coughed out the grey dust and the green light faded. Starfire straighted up and wiped her mouth off.

There was a knock on the door. "...Ma'am? You can't be in here."

[color=c4df9b]"Sorry, sorry! My apologies."[/color] Coughing she stood and unlocked the door and opened it to see the waiter from earlier, who had given a worried look over to Starfire's friends and followed the woman inside the men's bathroom. [color=c4df9b]"I was just leaving."[/color]

The waiter gave a concerned look as Starfire made an embarassed exit. The waiter shook his head. "Monsters..." he murmered, chuckling.

Starfire was already feeling much better. Much more carefully this time, she saw the man she had split food onto and approached him and the person who was cleaning it up.[color=c4df9b] "I am very sorry for the mess,"[/color] she said, leaning down to help. [color=c4df9b]"I am very sorry for everything. I made a terrible mistake."[/color] The busser waved her off for she was doing little but getting in the way. Grimacing apologetically, she stood. Folding her hands behind her back, she rocked back and forth on her heels, looking at the man who's name was Rayner, though Starfire didn't know it.

[color=c4df9b]"I will get you some new food, some day." [/color]Starfire meant it. [color=c4df9b]"My name is Starfire; and I am sorry for spilling your meal. Really sorry." [/color]Her father was looking down on her in smiling shame. If only she had finished her diplomatic training this never would have happened. Master diplomacy was a long lost art, apparently. Starfire hoped none of the people in the restaraunt sought satisfaction for her disturbance. That was an ordeal Starfire did not need- perhaps they would accept compensation in debts being paid. Her thoughts were getting off track. Blinking a few times she looked over the man's shoulder at her friends and then back at him.