Sasha lays behind a tree out of sight of everyone, ravenously munching down on a baked potato that was probably stolen. She is eating incredibly loudly and messily as well, with crumbs on her face. She feels incredibly hungry, and almost as much bored. If only Connie were here, or at the very least Jean... or anyone really, she isn't picky with friends she wants to be with, as she isn't picky with food.