<strong>Rebecca Stephenson (http://arkytz.tripod.com/becca.jpg)</strong><br/><br/>"I see."  Rebecca let her hand drop at the mention of the patient not being hungry, letting her expression deviate a little into an expression of sadness.  She didn't seem to hear the sound of Aishling's stomach rumbling.  "That's very unfortunate, because I am rather hungry, and I was hoping for someone to talk to during breakfast.  They have all sorts of things: bacon, eggs, toast, cereal, even grits."  The brief thought occurred to her that she could stay in here with the girl, but she knew that she'd have to remove Aishling so that Piper could rest.<br/><br/>"I noticed you were looking at my heels."  She swung her leg to show off the soft gray of her designer shoes.  "Do you like them?  What size are you?"  She let herself lean forward just a little, silently hoping that it would have the effect of inciting desire, rather than envy or jealousy.  "It must be so hard on you, still adjusting...well, I'm a size seven, so we may not fit perfectly, but I would love to see how you look in a pair."  Her smile grew just a little mischievous, as if she just might be breaking the rules, but not in a way that would hurt anyone.  "How about we go up to my office for a bit?  I can have food sent up, just in case you might decide that you're hungry later."<br/>