<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_et9ttl8zdzQ/TD_-vwBMOGI/AAAAAAAAN5E/eP7JumXuE2M/s1600/1a3f651e06434edab4aee510aaf9f5b6.jpg)</div><br/>Michelle noticed the man, the unfamiliar tingle running itself delicately along her thoughts.  She looked over towards the man in time to see him moving away, her smile more frozen on her face by habit, rather than letting any true fear be shown.  Still, she couldn't keep her eyes from widening ever so slightly, or her heartbeat from slipping into a rapid tremor in her chest.  She wasn't a fighter, but the telltale eyes and ears gave more than enough warning that she could focus her attention properly.  If the man was a problem, she hoped she could find out more before it was too late.<br/><br/>Deciding that it was time for breakfast, she gracefully slipped her way through the crowds, heading over towards the cafeteria.  The vast amount of choices and available opportunities rather surprised her; she was so used to the inner city "eat this or starve" mentality where she had to go out of her way to actually get something delicious; seeing all the bagels, coffee, and the like were a welcome addition to cereal and milk.  She collected eggs, bagels and cheese along with some orange juice, finding herself an unclaimed seat in an as of yet uncrowded area of the room.<br/><br/>The more she thought about the man, the more the worries returned, keeping her from being able to properly concentrate.  Courage was never her strong point, even if she would never admit it, though it helped sometimes to know that a situation was hopeless purely because it opened up so many other opportunities.  It was not knowing that bothered her, leaving her momentarily distracted.