Someone sounded as if he enjoyed describing food. Perhaps the doctor-administrator's true calling had been a chef-novelist. The mental image was amusing, at least.

"I hope you aren't injured?" Maya asked as she took a seat at her desk. Really, though—despite the bloody mess Maya had witnessed last night, she still hadn't seen any of the alleged monsters with her own eyes. She was beginning to suspect she simply couldn't see them; though of course, she had to be attacked by one to know for sure. Perhaps she needed to wait in one place in the dark hallways for a few minutes.

All the more reason not to do it. Curiosity killed the... she thought, amused, as she looked at dinner. It did look good. That was one point in the doctor's favor, but if he'd expected anyone to treat tonight's meal with anything but caution, he was far too optimistic. On that note, Maya must be optimistic as well, to wonder what happened to the Radio Man. "Not hungry?" she asked Rose.