Rudolph wasn't that hungry. He knew why, but nevertheless, he picked up a garlic roll and nibbled on it. While Rassa was on her second one, he was only halfway through his first one. He couldn't help the small smile that formed on his face. Rassa really hadn't changed a bit. "It happened more after the accident." He had been addicted to a lot of unsavory things and he never wanted to feel like that again. For just about anything.<br/><br/>"Just drifting on through. Slowly. I've been here for about three months now." He couldn't settle down, but at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to leave a place. So it was always a slow going process. He would find a place, stay for a few months and then leave and repeat the cycle.