"Oh, Ohio? Quiet state, that."

She feels gross doing this whyyyy does she not have gloves.

The manaflow from being observed has slowed to a bare dribble. Just thinking about it though makes it come a little bit faster.

"Canada. But I wouldn't expect an American to know that."

"I was just testing you," she says archly.

Toronto sounds like it's from Ohio, that usually steers her right.

Okay here is a used milk carton filled three parts amphetamines, one part opioids.

Ana has the dignity to look slightly sheepish about the choice of packaging.

She just smiles and takes the carton and stashes it in her pack. 

Then she takes out a tin of cookies, counts out three and a half, saves the remaining half, and adds a pen and a pad of paper to the stack. 

"Here you go. Incidentally, do you have any booze?"

"Nah sorry."

She is not... totally sure where to put the cookies in her backpack without risking crumbling, so she places them in one of the small pockets without much room to bounce around and vows to be extra careful on the way back to her room.

...baby's first drug deal is a success!!

Unless those are actually just normal cookies, she doesn't have much way of telling. She gets up, picks up her tray.

"Not sitting with the other Torontonians today?"

"I'm meeting with them in like five minutes, actually. So I'd better be off."

She pauses. 

"How about condoms?"

"---yeah actually. Twenty four packets."

On the first day, really? Holy shit.

"I'll trade you a mana gem with everything I've scraped together today for a dozen."

"Lemme see?"

She should probably agree regardless, because she's already making a tidy profit (she's pretty sure??) and now she wants to be on an enclaver's good side.

At the least Stasia can act impressed about the work, inflate the girl's ego a bit.

She shows her a thumb-sized ruby. It's got a decent amount of power in it for a single day.

"Oh wow. This is all from today? Holy crap girl, were you... setting yourself on fire or something? Love of Christ."

...that was kind of halfhearted and lame. She tries!

Twenty-four condoms go on the lunch table, then pushed over.

She passes over the gem and pockets the condoms. "Thanks."

"Kay peace."

She's not done eating yet, but it would be really really lame to go and sit back against the wall again, so she slings up her backpack, dumps out her tray, and heads back to her room.

Ana lets out a long shaky breath, covers her face, and yearns to turn blind-spot on.

And Hannah goes off to her enclave meeting.