Of the few Echoes Angeline had thus far received, 'useful' was not a word that applied to any of them. Still, she found herself rushing from the end of her shift to make it to the meeting on time by bus. She certainly had no intentions of involving herself in whatever plan may arise, but thought it wise to nonetheless 'keep up'.

The sight of the food table has her stomach rumbling in anticipation. Not wanting to seem too eager, she takes only one sandwich and goes off to the side to eat it at a decent pace (as opposed to scarf it down like she dearly wants to).

Alas, her stomach demands more food, and so Angeline meekly enters the food-line for a second time and hopes no one realizes she's done so. She snags a few baby carrots and a couple of strudels because they're the first two platters and she must not stay at the table for long lest she increase her risk of someone recognizing her as a return(!).

She then darts out of the line. In her haste, she bumps into someone passing by and automatically squeaks, "Sorry!" as a carrot and a strudel topple off the Styrofoam plate and onto the floor.

RIP carrot and strudel. We hardly knew ye.