Amelia leads her to the line and hands her a tray. Rogue follows her closely and tries not to grimace as they plop a steaming, bulky plateful of something grey before her.

There are more armed soldiers stationed around the 'cafeteria', and they stare her down as the two walk past.

"They can tell you're new," Amelia explains, worry in her hazel eyes. "They'll try and trick you into giving yourself away. If they offer you blankets or extra food, say no thank you and look down. If they corner you in the quarry, make up some excuse and find the group."

Rogue swallows. "The quarry?" she asks.

"You'll know soon enough."


Sorry for the delay, had a busy Thursday/Friday and going to have a busy weekend.