[Was that all he had to say for himself? Sheesh, and people told her she was rude. Fukawa scowls, fingers clenching around her own tray (in lieu of a decent Japanese style lunch, she's taking a chance on a Wendy's skinless chicken breast sandwich), teeth gritted tight.]

W-well, you'll have no one to blame but yourself if anything happens. If you v-vomit you better do it somewhere else!

[Preferably not on her, if you please.

Still, she doesn't flounce away. Doesn't take a seat either, stuck in place as if nailed through the feet. Her expression stays dark, but settles, ire taking a backseat to a keen suspicion.]

...Wh-when's the last time you had food cooked for you?