<strong>Rebecca Stephenson (http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/1057/beccad.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br/><br/>Rebecca walked her way into the dining hall, checking about the area with those assembled.  Much of everything seemed to be going well and properly, according to plan, but she couldn't help but frown a bit at seeing one of the orderlies struggling a bit with an Asian patient.  Such a pity, and just when she thought everything was starting to look like it was going so well.<br/><br/>Slipping from the doorway to allow others to pass by, she pulled her Blackberry from her purse to check a few names.  She recognized the patient well enough for the first name, but it never hurt to make sure, to have an intimate knowledge of just what she was dealing with.  It affected her perspective, and thus her demeanor; first impressions always were so important.<br/><br/>Miyuki Yoshimura was a fascinating patient, one who under the right circumstances would likely require the least amount of transformational processing.  However, her job simply didn't work under ideal conditions, and she felt some gratefulness for that.  How boring everything would be if she didn't get to test a few things along the way.<br/><br/>Her heels gave the soft but perpetual clack-clack-clack of practiced steps as she worked her way to the line, collecting a tray of bacon, eggs, hash browns, toast, all in smaller servings to provide a vast variety of options.  She followed a similar pattern with drinks, fetching smaller glasses but allowing for milk, orange juice and some tea.  Perhaps it would be a bit much all at once, but she doubted the girl would even consciously notice.  Then again, she did enjoy being proven wrong.<br/><br/>She moved across from Miyuki, taking a seat across from the girl and laying out the tray before her.  "Hello, Miyuki," Rebecca said with a soft and polite smile.  "My name is Rebecca.  You must be hungry; eat something."  She watched to see what the girl would pick first, or even if that simple task would be more akin to what was closest on the tray or simply random happenstance.  Every little thing said so much, and her eyes watched Miyuki like a hawk even as her smile stayed soft and gentle.