The remainder of the hot dog was crammed into her mouth with little grace or delicacy. The hunger was starting to fade, and Rita was finding it easier to focus. A big meal with tons of calories was just what she needed, apparently. She started picking at the fries.

“What, are you worried?” she asked, tone dubious in a teasing way. Although... Rita supposed he had to be if he’d bothered approaching her again after last night. Not being one to concern herself much over people she didn’t particularly like, however, she couldn’t quite understand why. Maybe Woody was just the bleeding heart type.

“I try not to get hurt, but it comes with the territory,” she elaborated after a pause, giving a slight shrug with her left shoulder – the right one wouldn’t quite move in sync with it. “Sometimes taking risks is the only way to achieve anything.”