The sight of Wiskayok High's public, free–for–everyone cafeteria, really didn't bring much joy or a sense of wanting to be there to eat with the rest of the hungry, hormone–induced adolescents of the school. To Corbin, there's an obvious divide between those who know that the cafeteria is a place with far worse bacterial issues as compared to your average supermarket, and those who actively indulge in draping their food in invisible filth. But maybe that's just her; and her irrational thoughts about germs and other people being carriers of it.

The only people that she tolerated enough to eat with, are quite literally — nowhere to be found at this very moment. It took the blonde a few more tries to look around, until she gave up, holding the tray was straining her gloved arms already. Other people were already glancing her way, unsure if it was out of curiousty, pity that she doesn't have her frìends nearby, or a mixture of both. Let word be known, Corbin doesn't like being stared at for a long period of time, regardless of what everyone is thinking of her at the time.

Sighing quietly, her legs take her to the nearest table to make herself comfortable enough to sit down and place her tray by the surface of the gross, sticky table. Gosh, she needed to disinfect it first.

Admittedly unaware that someone else was seated by the lone table, the blonde already had a scowl and a spray of disinfectant for the issue of the table being sticky. She uses a tissue to rub out the texture, muttering things that are incoherent to anyone else.

"Crasseuse table.. they do not seem to clean this place at all.." She complains, mostly to herself— but you, the lone student who was already seated there way before Corbin arrived, heard it.