Briar pushed back from the desk, allowing her computer chair to roll back a few feet before placing her feet on the cold, lynoleum floor and leaving for break. Her stomache, though it was not yet growling, was cramping in protest to her having skipped eating for the last couple of days. She really did need to save money...and food's not that important,right?<br/><br/>Pushing through the glass doors and the front of the cold, hospital-like building where she spent most of her day, Briar decided that she should likely get herself something to eat... perhaps the Mc.Donald's pizza parlour down the street...