Shady

“…yeah,” Sadie agreed grudgingly, turning towards the waffle line. She’d be danged if she got shamed into their culty foods. “Guess he’s still got a month left to go completely ...

“It has nothing to do with strength,” Sadie snapped, glaring at him. “If it’s imperfect to eat a waffle, then I don’t care about your version of ‘perfection’ that just ...

“Why do people want the green nastiness not the… waffles.” She knew what she was going for.

Sadie sniffed and glanced around. There seemed to be one section with better food — pastries, meats, fruits — with fewer people around it. And then another section where most ...

Sadie shuffled along behind them.

She glared at him. Clearly they’d shown him the tapes, then. Fine. “Well I would certainly hope so. That’s not special.”

“…fine. What’s for breakfast, then?”

Sadie sighed, glancing around. She was starting to accept she’d just stay confused. “What are we supposed to do now?”

“Meh.” She crossed her arms. “Whatever. Let’s just get on with the tour.”

Sadie furrowed her brow. “Hmph.”

She furrowed her brow. “What?”

"I mean, you can log into your account to check it yourself if you want proof -- hacks don't come with receipts." Sadie stopped before her with a shrug. "But ...

"Hmph," Sadie grumbled. She didn't like surprises; doubly so surprises that had to do with her safety. She looked at the doors skeptically and then stepped forward and tried to ...

“Well you’re not giving many details,” she huffed.

“So, what, like brain probes and all that?”