@callmeoperator liked for a starter from grace
She feels stupid. She feels like the new kid in school trying to find a table in the lunchroom. It's just the canteen, which she usually avoids at all costs, but she forgot to bring a lunch (or, more accurately, packed a can of soup with no bowl or can opener while half-asleep this morning) and needs to eat or she'll become a monster by 2PM. So, canteen. Grace, standing there with her pitiful little sandwich, staring over the few tables scattered with agents she doesn't feel comfortable imposing upon with her presence when half of them think she's basically a demon in human form: the shrink.
There's one table occupied by only one person instead of several, which seems to be her only option. "Do you mind if I sit over here?" she asks, indicating the seat furthest from him with her elbow. "I won't be a bother, I hope."
