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Rebecca also looks around, glancing at the lady at the counter as Eric whispers the juicy gossip. She bites her bottom lip with a non-commital sound, displaying discomfort at the idea.
"Heard it, too," she murmurs. "Should we really be here?"
"Thanks." Rebecca nods and smiles as she takes her bowl, following after the boys and deciding to play with a few ideas and see what responses they get.
"But there are still some of us here, right? The kids that live here. Maybe they've heard, too?
"Or maybe it's all just a rumor." So much frowning.
"I mean, yeah, they have kids living here, so it's probably all BS, right?" He points at Becca, agreeing with her points as he begins to devour his stew.
"Plus, what's the benefit of kidnapping freaks like us anyway? We're here cause no one wants us anywhere else."
Rebecca gives an emphatic nod. She's been playing with her food like the topic has interested her more than the meal, but takes a spoonful of it anyway.
"He's right. We're not freaks. The people who think that are the ones who are missing out."
"Well... I'm not really here for the food. The roof is what interested me more."
He'd put his hands together and form a portal in his palms hidden from view and he'd pull his hands apart to pull out a cheeseburger. The portal vanishing behind his hands.
Rebecca makes a face and quickly grabs a glass of water or, if that's not possible, she'll lift the bowl to spit it back out. She's not sure if she trusts the food less for tasting so good or laments over the loss more. NO way of knowing if there's something in the soup or not to make it easier to take them, but she figures that if they're going to pose as homeless kids, they should act like they want to eat. Now she can just pass herself off as odd or sick. Or vegetarian.
"No luck today," she murmurs with a shake of her head and an apologetic glance to Jamal.
"Sorry. Mine's less shiny. But we're both here for the roof. It's gotta be better than the street."
"I'm sure they'll be here before long then." Rebecca looks for a clock to check the time. "Don't want to miss the meal while they can, right?" She tries not to think about that nagging suspicion in the back of her brain.