"Ah. Fruit. Rhubarb, that fruit you don't really know exists until someone puts it in a pie with strawberries." She grins sheepishly as she quietly runs the fork on the plate's edge. "I am eating it for the strawberries and Roxie is just kind enough to indulge me on that."

She's making friends. Some asking why she isn't staying in New York City. To this she gives them looks of 'why didn't she get away sooner'. But it's nothing thick, it's nothing sharp or meaningful and the guys. Well, smart guys are talking to her.

Like she's sure nice girls who aren't total flakes are talking to Jay. "How are you guys doing?"