[hahaha, uh. seemed like I was leaving this off without replying, plus Senna was going to throw the concern out there originally. I am made of fail, obv.]

At that, Senna laughed outright, managing to do-so without throwing up. Pssh, give up food willingly? No way. And leave her current table buddy? Almost just as unlikely. Senna just grinned, flicking a stray piece of bun on the table at him. "No way, sir. You're entirely too charming. I mean. What's a girl supposed to do? You haven't even thrown up on me. Must be fate."

The grin widened perceptibly, though her eyes softened slightly. "But other than your stomach, I hope you're doing better. You seemed... I dunno, off, when I first saw you." The girl glanced up to note the nurses trailing into the room and grimaced. Her eyes slid back to Peter. "And don't think you're off the hook. I won. Your secrets will be mine next team." She stuck out her tongue, and willed her body to try to stand.