Franziska didn't remember closing her eyes. Nor did she remember returning to her room, or lying down in her bed. Which was why, when she did open her eyes and realize where she was? She was furious. This infernal Institute was dashing her plans to bits! And she had yet to figure out some way to get around it! Her mood wasn't improved in the slightest at seeing her usual nurse return - on the contrary, it rather soured it that much more.

"Don't even start with your foolish babbling. Just take me to the cafeteria so I may start my day," the young prosecutor snapped, stalking out of the room before Janice had a moment to protest. Once in the cafeteria, Franziska refused to get her own tray, but was eventually pushed into doing it herself after Janice was equally adamant about her learning to do things on her own. Bloody woman. Snatching her tray away, Franziska went through the line, selected what she needed, and went to find a seat.

Or rather, a seat found her. Janice warded her away from sitting with others and instead brought her to an open spot right across from a very familiar man who was quite busy eating what looked to be a mountain of food. Setting her tray down without asking for permission, Franziska raised an eyebrow and remained standing. "Do you eat every meal in such outlandish proportions, Kibitoshin, or is today a special event?"