<div style="text-align: center">Edited: Description of kitchen<br/>
<hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--2"/><b>Kenji Avery – White</b><br/>
Mid-June, 2022<br/>
Early Afternoon, Operations Room/Blockhouse<br/>
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Present: the family<br/>
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</div>Kenji's eyes met Alissa's. This might have been the first time he looked into those eyes; the first time he really saw her – lost, lonely in a room full of people, desperate for something that he could not name.<br/><br/>"You don't eat gluten…" he repeated her words like an idiot, but his lips widened into a tentative smile. "I think we can manage something for you," he said, hoping that it was true. No meat, no gluten. No wonder she looked so frail.<br/><br/><i>"...Hi Kenji...long time...listen I think we'll stay here for now. Addy and Emmy might need some help ... but thank you" </i>Tristan's voice pulled Kenji back to the present. Then Tristan turned back to Alissa and continued their conversation as if he had never been there.<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2F7Z2hmz2NlYQ&amp;hash=d645fa58f1cddc1cd82ddd2bbe9e1fc4" href="https://youtu.be/7Z2hmz2NlYQ" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Dismissed. Again. Naturally.</a><br/><br/>Kenji closed his lips, glanced down, and turned to leave. He cast them one last look before walking out the Operations door to follow Terry up the chute and into the main house. God, she was quick! He didn't catch a glimpse of her until he got to the kitchen itself.<br/><br/>She had said something about how this place, the Matrix, and even the others were making her headaches worse. Remembering this, he slowed his pace and paused at the kitchen door, one hand on the door frame as he tried to figure out how to ask her a question without adding to her torment. "Uhm…Terry?" he asked, voice softened in case she was having a migraine. Loud noises and hurting heads did not mix well.<br/><br/>"Can I help you make lunch?" he asked, glancing around the kitchen to see if the normal snacks and fruits were present. It was neat and tidy, but sparse in the amount of food available. He guessed that with only one person living there permanently there was little need for ample snacks.<br/><br/>Terry mentioned the grocery store, then apologized, and for a moment Kenji was speechless. He swallowed; throat tight with the thick press of emotion. "I…ah, didn't know that it did that to you," he confessed. "I never knew. I'm sorry." He had supposed she was just uptight and agitated because she was a cop. Maybe all the things he thought he knew about the past needed another lens to truly understand them.<br/><br/>"I can go to the store but I don't have a car." He needed a bit of space himself from the others, but it was because he needed to process his thoughts, not because his power was tormenting him. Not like hers.<br/><br/>He smiled tightly. "Or any money," he added, eyes jumping back to look at Terry. Kenji was slightly embarrassed to admit that a man his age was still living so slimly in this world. They were superheroes, after all. Who heard of a superhero who was broke? "But I'd be glad to go to the store with a list."