Rita was halfway through her first hot dog when the man approached. This time, it wasn't as much of a surprise as it was the previous night, and she merely watched him disinterestedly for a few moments as she chewed the large bite she'd just taken, then swallowed. She didn't care if Woody joined her at the table, though she wasn't in the mood to be pleasant. Then again, she rarely was.

"If anything, they've been too nice," she replied dryly, her gaze drifting to the staff that monitored the Cafeteria. "It's annoying. I know how to handle my injuries." She gave a small hmph as she took another bite of the hot dog. It wasn't her first time suffering an injury so severe as to threaten her life, but she hoped it would be the last. At least for the year. She'd had way too many close calls in such a short amount of time.