Ainsley grinned and dropped her tray down on the table in front of an empty seat, across from her smokin' hot girlfriend. Boyfriend. What the fuck ever. And they did fuck. A lot. It was great.<br/><br/>"Hullo," she said, grinning at Joey. She looked over at the barbarous group of assholes over her shoulder. ""How long have they been going on like that?" she asked, dropping down onto the hard wooden bench. Her foot grazed Joey's as she sat down.<br/><br/>The rancid stank of her dinner floated into her nostrils. She pulled a face and dragged her fork through her meat stew... thing. It was quite disgusting. "Ugh, if the Nazi's don't get us, then the food will. Do they get it from the regular army's left overs?" she asked.