Gwen burst into the lunch room, she skidded across the floor as she changed directions. Running through the food bar she grabbed a lunch and threw herself into a seat. She checked her watch and cursed loudly, even with all her hurrying she was still ten minuets late. At least she had managed to make a mess of her food, turning her sandwich into more of a salad. Gwen sighed, if she had a dime for every time she was late she was late she would be a millionaire, she was rarely ever on time and when she was it was usually because she had written down the time wrong. To make the situation even better she was sitting alone at the Savant table again, she thought about moving over to one of the other tables but she wasn't sure if that was okay.