Dining Hall - With Alena (Busted)<br/><br/>Sarah's eyes shot back to her food as she realized the woman was making her way over to her table. Her cheeks flushed as she forced a glance up, hoping she'd turned away towards another table. Her hopes were quashed however as her eyes rose to meet the form of the woman as she took the seat across from Sarah. Sarah couldn't speak, more due to the fact that the woman she'd just been staring at had sat across from her; than anything else. Listening as she introduced herself Sarah gave a soft nod and started to attempt an introduction of her own but the woman continued on to explain that she'd already known who she was.<br/><br/>If Sarah thought her cheeks were red before, then she honestly couldn't bare to think of how flushed she was now. If she knew who Sarah was, did that mean she knew what she'd done? A shiver ran through Sarahs spine, one of embarassment and self-loathing. But Alena's hand brushing over her wrist had her gaze rising to meet the womans. it was embarassing to think that anyone knew what she'd done to hurt the man she loved, what she'd caught him doing. Was that in her file? What all had the courts told them, had her family spoken with them as well? She feared what her parents might have said.<br/><br/>As she spoke her name and mentioned her eating Sarah gave a small nod,<strong>"Yes Ma'am..."</strong>she started,<strong>"I'm a bit more used to cold food...to be honest."</strong>As a child her fits of rage were so bad at times that her parents would send her to her room and refuse to let her eat until she calmed down. As always a plate of cold food was waiting for her at the dining room table when she calmed down, but her mother always refused to warm it up, stating;<em>"If you'd eaten when it was made for you it would have been warm."</em>she pushed at her eggs as Alena took a bite of her food and Sarah found her gaze drifting down some over the womans form.<br/><br/>Her top gave off just enough of her clevage to make Sarah's mind wander for a brief second, before she forced her soft steel colored gaze back to the woman's catching the light smile. As if to prove that she would eat, Sarah took up a small bit of egg onto her fork and brought it to her lips. Chewing slowly she forced herself to swallow it before reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear.<strong>"I'm sorry..I'm really not great company...ever..."</strong>she said, setting her fork down and folding her hands on the table beside her plate. She felt cold, cold and small beneath the womans' gaze, though it was by no means a gaze that should make her feel like this. Perhaps it was because the woman had her file and knew what she'd done.<strong>"I'm sorry"</strong>she apologized, though for what she wasn't sure, because the woman had to dine with her? Because she'd read her file? She really didn't know what had compelled her to apologize.