(Laura's asexual) Laura polished off her Big Mac and began to dig into some of her fries. Jade did seem sort of spacey, maybe she'd find better conversation elsewhere. Taking the fries in one hand and a drink in the other, she began to wander the restaurant.
Ella carried her tray over to the trash to where she smiled at the girl wandering the establishment.
Mariko walked into the kitchen, scoping out the counters for food. She spotted a fillet o' fish, and grabbed it, with her non-cyborg hand, and started to eat it as she sat at the counter and studied all of the cute girls.
Ella saw the girl on the counter and walked over, "watcha doing here?" She asked shyly.
"Ow!" Petree shrieked as the Oil Girl opened the washroom door and slammed Petree's face with it.
"Woah, are you okay?" Jade asked, worried. "I don't want any deaths on my hands while I'm on the job. That would be terrible for my employment record."
Mariko sat at the counter, looking at the scene, amused. She ate her fillet o' fish, careful not to let the grease drip into her metal joints.
"Um- you-" Petree pointed at Oil Girl, "your gloves are- greasy- because of- your food."
Mariko grimaced, and stared the water-girl down, expecting soem sort of hostility. When it didn't come, she pulled off the glove on her left hand, the hand that was real, and dabbed it with a napkin. Mariko's other hand, her cyborg hand, remained under the glove.
Ella flashed the girl on the counter a confused but kind expression, not taking a second to wonder why the hell she was on the counter stealing food.
"Your other hand…" Petree pointed
Mariko stiffened, "No."
"What do you mean, 'no'? Your gloves are greasy. They look expensive. Seriously. I'm trying to HELP."
’’i can help. And, shes right, it is greasy,’’ Ella chimed in, walking over to the cute girl on the counter.
Mariko snarled, "It's not your business, now stay out of my way."
"What's the big deal?" Petree shot back, "It's just a greasy glove."
Systems overriding, body heat level increasing, anger levels increasing steadily, beginning process of cooling down, her eyes fed her a stream of text and she muttered, "Shut up."
’’A-are you okay,’’ Ella asked, tucking a lock of her bouncy black hair behind her ear in fear.
Mariko groaned, "Yes! Now leave me alone!"
"Jeez, no reason to get so snappy." Petree sniffed.
Ella backed over to Petree, ’’hey, are you okay?’’
"She doesn't look okay. And she's getting really… bossy."
’’we should just go,’’ Ella suggested, extending her hand out to Petree.
Mariko ignored them. Please, leave.
Ella looked at the girl on the counter with hope in her eyes that was quickly replaced by fear as she saw the anger build up inside her.