Zein followed Malik down the stairs, hands in her pocket. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, her hands were in her pockets, and a bored expression on her face. She let out a low whistle upon seeing the many tables stacked with all kinds of foods. "Special occasion?" she wondered aloud. She spotted Marcus first, and everyone else from their little group was nearby. Some kid with an emo haircut was talking to them, showing off his Flow which appeared to do be flame serpents. Another girl walked in, looking rather timid. Zein glanced at Malik, who indicated an open space away from the crowd. She followed him, scooping every type of food she saw on her plate. After having relied on wild rabbit and squirrel for months, real food was almost too good to be true. She was in the midst of stuffing her face when she realized that Malik was trying to write her notes. She read it while stuffing a piece of meat in her mouth, glancing up at him and giving him a thumbs up and nod of agreement. Once she was finished chewing, she answered him. "I didn't see anything either, that's why I've been wary this whole time. The way they greeted us, it's like they were expecting us, so I don't think people show up, more like they're dragged here," she spoke somewhat hushed so nobody would overhear her. "You're right though, we need to be ready to run. Just stay in my room for the time being. If it's not safe we'll make a break for it, and if it is we can find you another room. That is, if you want to stop sharing a bed with me." Her last comment was laced with sarcasm, and she winked at him with a slight smile playing across her lips.