Another cup smashed against the wall as Opal knocked it out of her way. As always, her bones cracked as she walked through the cafeteria line. Her back, bent nearly in half, straightened slowly, the noise drawing a few onlookers. She took the plate of food from the server and slammed it down on the table beside Zuka before crashing into her seat.<br/><br/>She didn't mean to be overly aggressive, but the weight began to be too much. Staring at her food, she idly rubbed her fingers over the needle mark from the IV, not wanting to scratch it open.