Julie Markum--Cafeteria, just down from B-ward<br/><br/>Julie entered the cafeteria with about as much enthusiasm as anyone entering cafeterias can possibly muster.  It was almost as bad as being in high school--the whole getting in line, and then, once you figure out what you might possibly eat that wouldn't make you sick, looking for a place to sit.  She had no idea what the hierarchy or strategy was, but she knew that she wasn't going to sit with the nurses.<br/><br/>She saw one familiar face, though, and despite for her initial dislike of the man, it was better to sit next to him than with that group of middle aged surgeons who had all turned their heads in her direction with mumbles of new female intern.  She didn't even ask,  but sat across from Bobby Boss.  He looked like a deer facing headlights.  She had no intention of disturbing him.  She just didn't like sitting alone.  And he was the only person he knew, friendly or not.<br/><br/>She opened her milk, but it was a sucky carton and it splashed as she finally tore open, spraying milk upward and over onto the pile of toast.<br/><br/>Toast?  What a strange man.  She looked at her pile of pale green lettuce and realized it wasn't much more appetizing.<br/><br/>"Sorry about that," she said, reaching across with a napkin to wipe up the spill and blotting at the stray puddles around his plate.<br/><br/>"I appear to be having one of my more graceful days."   Her voice was laced with sarcasm and a hint of tiredness.