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Jamal was already there, mowing down the remains of a rather...rare steak of some kind. He didn't really feel like asking if it was really cow or if it was something else; ignorance is bliss, especially on this god-forsaken island.

He was dressed lightly today in a white tank and long shorts without his usual hairwrap or his jewelry. A basketball rested lightly underneath his foot which he rolled back and forth idly as he chewed.

He peered at the strange girl as she wandered in, eyes squinting as he stared at the long train of hair that trailed her around the cafeteria until she finally sat down. Hm... He tried not to stare, but...it happens.

Jamal shoved another piece of steak into his mouth, juices dribbling down his chin until he wiped it off with his forearm. Such wonderful manners. He rolled the ball from foot to foot while giving the girl a look over, trying to place her with anything familiar. When he was unable to, he finally figured he might as well ask.

"Yo," he said simply, giving her a nod. "Ain't seen yous b'fo...new?"

"Oh, dat 'splain it why I ain't 'memberin' you then," he said with a slow nod as he pushed his plate away and kicked back the remainder of his mountain dew, then flicked the can neatly into the nearest garbage can (which wasn't all that far away, but he felt like he needed to show off). "Da name be Jamal...I ain't been herr all dat long eitha' but...longa then yous apparently."

He shrugged some, then peered at the thing in her hand. "Whatchoo got?"

"Oh s**t, I know what them be," he said with a light snort. "Ain't seen one inna long a** time, 'cept when Awen got 'em 'round wit' 'er. So...er...you make games fo' them things? What game yous got in it righ' now?"

He peered over the table curiously at it, then glanced at her. Hmmph...only way she'd be developing games would be if the Doc set up a place for her to do so. And, if she was knew, she probably had no idea what was going on. Jamal wasn't one to want to talk about it anyway, so he carefully avoided the topic.

Jamal bent over to pick up his basketball after it nearly got away from him, which he set on the table, and rolled back and forth from hand to hand. At the mention of the duplexes, he smirked.

"Them duplexes suck. I moved ma s**t 'round ta how I wanted it, but...ain't nuthin' like back home. I miss all da lights 'n noise n' s**t from back home....them doctor people try real hard to get what we be wantin' but dat kinda stuff ya can't just stick in a box, ya know? You got plans fo' yo place?" He bit back the question of "Or do yous think yo' leavin'" to spare any drama. Jamal didn't need it right now.

As the topic changed to basketball, he grinned and flipped the ball up onto a finger and spun it around so it balanced on it's tip. "Yeah, I play a lil'...I ain't playin' much herr cause there ain't many who play. I guessin' you ain't so much of a sporty chick then?"

"Mmm well, them Docs'll get ya whateva' yous needin', o' so I been told. Just drop a note o' sumthin' and they work it out," he informed as he passed the ball from finger to finger as it spun, not really watching as it did so. He really did need to put in a request for some basketball shorts, some oils for his hair, and other essential Jamal items.

"At least yous played a sport at some point...I met people that ain't neva done nuthin' like it b'fo. Lazy a** muthas, I tell ya." He shook his head with disapproval. "Ain't neva played no soccer b'fo, but bikes ain't bad...s**t, I oughta put in a request fo' onna them."

"Yeah...I jus' played some ball othawise I be out doin' sumthin otha' than stuffin' ma face...gotta rest ma feet for a bit. Ain't played ball in so long that ma muscles ain't so happy wit' me." He gave a long suffering sigh, but it was mostly exaggerated for effect. "But yeah, I bet there be some trails out herr. O' maybe jus' axe n' they make some."

Finally the ball lost momentum, having been briefly forgotten about so it slowed in it's turning, and randomly fell off to the side and bounced away much to Jamal's chagrin.