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There were people in life that enjoyed cleaning and everything that came with it, and there were those that were neat for the sack of being neat, and did not enjoy the actual process of cleaning. Peyton was one of the later, and she had been saddled with extra cleaning duties after having not been able to finish all the perimeters of a recent mission. Which, she would have insisted had she thought arguing would have helped, was completely unfair, given the state of the mall they'd been sent to, and the the unreasonable demands of their division leads.

And this injustice, of course, was so much easier, and safer, to dwell on then what had come after the shopping trip had ended. She still didn't know what had happened, or why, and she'd spent the better part of the last few days avoiding one of her best friends and giving clipped, polite answers to any tweets or texts he sent in her direction.

It had been very awkward. Being forced to clean toilets was almost a relief. Almost.

Her job finished for the day, Peyton had washed up and was on her way back to the cafeteria for something to eat. Having gotten a chance to eat some real food while off island, the dainty hunter was not looking forward to the contents of an MRE, but it was better then going hungry.

MRE acquired, the teen considered helping herself to some kind of beverage, but inevitably decided against it as very recent memories of strange behavior came back to her. She'd stick to water, so far that had proved, so far, to be safest. Safety being a relative term here on Deus.

When she turned to look for a seat she found that all the tables were currently occupied, and not by people she knew or liked. Since there was no way she was going to voluntarily take a seat near someone she found repugnant that left her options really limited. After a few seconds consideration she finally settled on a table with one lone female figure. "Hi." Greetings were important. "I'm Peyton, I don't think I've seen you around much, are you new?" She sat, setting her lunch on the table.

Now, it probably would have been more polite to ask if she could sit, but that left the chance for refusal, and Peyton really wasn't in the mood to deal with that. She refused to let the Deus cafeteria have the same sort of hold over her as the ones in all her various high schools had. She wasn't the perpetual new kid anymore. The strange, quiet, violent loner that never talked to anyone. She'd settled in, finally coming out of her shell, and she was damned if she'd ever go back to being that awkward nobody.