Sue's eyes narrows as she looks at you, "Huh." She says, rising from her seat and moving to sit at the foot of her bed, crossing her legs and looking at you over the magazine, which you've been trying to hide behind, "Well, I've worked with harder," she continues casually, "lots of folks grow up thinking 'I'll never be meat', but get curious later on." She smiles brightly, displaying her perfect white teeth, that have consumed the flesh of many already, "How about you give her a call, I'll chat at her a bit? No pressure, just see where she actually is. If she wants to walk out, she might have some good mental images to accompany her, if she figures she must be a meal, then maybe I'll have something grand to show class."
"Oh..." You try to hide the temptation from your voice, as you speak "actually... What if... say... it was someone you know? Like.... Someone you think of as a friend? Maybe someone... you didn't even think wanted to volunteer?"
You finally look up, making eye-contact with your roomie, her look somewhat strange, but impossible to really read...
