"Here." A fresh start with an offering of fake pizza, at least. She takes a seat, sliding the pie to the middle before she cuts in. Or, well. Separates the gelatinous crust.

"I got into it my first day here." She works quickly, out of habit or necessity. A slice comes up with little difficulty to slap down onto one of the plates. "I sort of instigated it, honestly. After watching 4 hours of fake history, I wanted to make sure they knew where I stood, exactly. Got a nice shiner for it."