“So I didn’t—” Chandra began, but then relaxed and sat back on the chair in the comfort of the soft lining of her black trench coat. Anna’s smile gave her enough confidence to return a friendly smirk, after which she crossed her arms on the table, grasping each one just above the elbow with the other hand and bending the fingers just slowly enough that the dark-purple polish of her nails wouldn’t go unnoticed before the fingertips disappeared around the clothed arms.<br/><br/>“I shouldn’t starve,” Chandra changed the subject, “If you’re sick of sushi, there’s still some uh— I’ll trust you with a secret,” Chandra tried not to stumble with the words that still suggested of the earlier; maybe she should just forget about it, but then again, if people started to call her Sarisha… and even her friends didn’t call her that—they knew her as Sasha, sometimes something even shorter than that—her<i>mother</i>called her Sarisha, and some of her teachers… why’d she ever give the name to this stranger? She became certain she’d slipped it out at some point. Maybe… maybe the girl had been just as drunk and simply forgot? Chandra tried to hush the thoughts that kept spiraling through her head even as she spoke on, “They still got some beef jerky at the back—the Cairni have been devouring it all week—I<i>might</i>have convinced the staff to hold onto just enough,” she stood up almost as fast as she’d sat down, “You want some?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>