"Stupid question, right." Ken sighed and pushed his by now cool and rubbery grilled cheese sandwich around on his plate, trying to distract himself from thinking. He then took a look around the cafeteria--he didn't see Omi, but Yohji was around...and the entirety of the present Schwarz was having lunch with that kid he'd stabbed last night. Well, that was interesting. The kid could obviously take care of himself, then.