Ray listened quietly before she had an idea, she moved her hand under the table to check for any small lips at the edge of the wood. She did it discretely so no one could notice what she was doing.
Her fingers gripped around the edge underneath to no avail; which caused her to frown. She moved her hand back onto the table as she tapped her fingers against the wood in a rhymic motion.

Sara had finished her soup round, pulling her cart up to where it originally was. It was good timing, as a swell of weakness flooded over her, causing her to lean against her cart for support for a moment.
[i]Stop.[/i] she tried to hiss at the other being in her body. [i]I'll get the music out.[/i]