Michelle nodded her apologies at the mention of a movie which brought Miyuki annoyance.  She more than understood what it was like for someone to completely misunderstand a patron, but she expected that Miyuki realized that Michelle didn't mean any disrespect.  "Maybe you can explain the differences sometime," she offered, "and yeah, she's a great fighter.  I have my Thunderbird, but beyond that..."  Her thoughts drifted off as her stomach growled.<br/><br/>At the mention of food, Michelle nodded, pulling her purse from her bag.  "My number is," she started to say, but then blushed, remembering the no technology rule.  "Well, if you need me, I'm sure you can come and get me.  Thank you so much."  With that, she started upstairs.<br/><br/>After a slip into her room to get herself fully and properly dressed, she was in a pink T-shirt with a bra to stop the wobbling, cowgirl boots partially hidden under jeans, and her black leather purse at her side.  Michelle wandered her way back up to the rest of the people, grabbing a sandwich and can of soda from the fridge as her eyes wandered over the crew.