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Another day, another task at hand. James made his way through many security checks down to the food storage area with many of the other freshmen. It wasn't much more than busy work, but it was important, and everyone had to do their share, or something. Especially when it came to food, which was something they all need to not die, which was something that was of very particular interest to the former preschool teacher.

He wasn't much of a cook, but he figured, how hard could food organization be?

Apparently not so difficult that the slovenly freshman couldn't manage. He cheerfully separated the food into Perishables, Non Perishables, and Funny Shapes. He took his time, but not too much time - and soon had a small but respectable work area filled with humorously sorted food.

The next step was repackaging, which meant shuffling carefully around the small room of other workers and trying not to bump anything with his bad side. Each step was marginally more painful than the last, and as he came upon the area with the industrial-sized saran wrap rolls he noticed a familiar figure.

"Oh, hello there! Kammy, right?" James paused, leaning against the prep table to catch his breath and wincing. The shoe-shaped bruise on his chest had started to really bloom, which is to say, if he took his shirt off he looked like he had some sort of plague.

Which, he mused, was probably not exactly a good thing considering the current epidemic.

James raised an eyebrow - then experimentally, waved a hand in front of her face.

Huh.

"You can't see anything, can you?" stated Captain Obvious, ripping off some pieces of packaging. He passed some to her, careful to be sure she felt them so she'd know where they were located. Of course, it was particularly hard to get saran wrap to do anything except cling to itself, so it took him a few awkward moments to properly sort them on the table.

He winced automatically. Grenades. He was pretty sure he'd have nightmares about those for the rest of his probably very short life. He was a bit of a delicate flower, really, all about peace and craft beer and indie music. Not apocalypse and war. He was honestly a bit bewildered that he'd survived this long.

James went to fetch his things, moving his work area closer to hers. Then, since she couldn't see him anyway, he peered creepily into her face.

"Huh. Your eyes don't LOOK weird and cloudy. Just like... your pupils are kinda funny." He tilted his head to the side. "Maybe you broke something in your noggin. You should probably be on bedrest," he added unhelpfully.

He took his spot at the table next to her, and began carefully folding items into the saran wrap.

It was a good thing Kammy couldn't see, because if she could see how close James was she might have gone all tumblr feminist on him and talk about privilege and all that. Actually she would have just leaned back to reclaimed some of her personal space.

"They do?" She had no idea what that meant, having no knowledge in medical symptoms. "I guess I did break something." The mention of bed rest sounded amazing. She really wanted to lay down.

"I wish I could, but I gotta keep moving. Gotta try and get all those supplies, and maintain the university." She didn't want to be the weak link and end up being thrown out due to being useless and taking up necessary supplies.

Judging by the feel of the plastic and where the items were, she was able to fold up all her food items at a relatively quick pace. "Okay, all done." For a blind person she was seriously doing well. Though when she moved away she still bumped into the kitchen counter. "Ow."