The loud bang of the door closing had her cringe, nearly regretting voicing her presence - but when an equally frightened voice called out and began apologizing, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. Almost enough to sigh, but she was still mindful of the situation.<br/><br/>He had the same idea as she had, hoping the restaurant would still have some food, even if it was only canned. For a moment, she wondered if she should have kept quiet - maybe hid in a cupboard or locked herself in the refrigerator. Near all of the drawers and such were locked, and only she had the key. It might have been best to keep quiet until he had gotten frustrated and moved on, and then kept whatever food was available to herself. It would have been the smart thing to do - but she'd never been too smart anyways.<br/><br/>"Hey, yeah," She called out, standing slowly and moving to peek her head out from the low window that looked out into the front of the restaurant. It was strange, seeing it from this side. Now she saw what the chefs no doubt say every time they had handed her an order - she faintly wondered if any of them were okay.<br/><br/>"Uh, you-" She could have ended that sentence in a lot of ways, her brown eyes looking at him warily. "You aren't sick, are ya?"<br/>