Yukari snapped awake and upright with a speed and alacrity that was as impressive as it was likely to give her whiplash. She blinked owlishly at the girl - E, eh, eh-something - before he gaze drifted down towards her food. Picking up a fork, she poked at the fried fish absently. A few seconds later, she recalled a question being asked.

"What? No. No. What?" she repeated, looking back up at eh- eh- eh, whatever again. She squinted hard as she tried to make sense of the question; she knew the answer was not "playing rough with her toy" - though it said something about her that there was no confusion as to what this meant - but the "what happened" part of it wasn't processing. What. Happened. There was. There was something. Um. "Ummmm.... drugs. In my juice."

There. She managed to say it. What was she saying? Yukari suddenly sat upright, eyes wide. Who was this girl sitting in front of her? Right, eh-something. This was lunch. Eyes relaxing and unfocusing again, Yukari's attention, prodded by her empty stomach, drifted back to the food on the tray before her. Slicing off a bit of fish, the morsel found its way onto her fork and began the long and precarious journey toward her mouth. Just a little further...