fragmented.

During lunch time, the mess hall was usually a busy, almost overcrowded place, filled with chatter and the sounds of people sitting close to you chewing their food. Now that so many had gone home for the holidays though, it was much more quiet and there was a myriad of vacant tables and seats. It was pleasant. The girl was multitasking, tapping away at some game on her phone while eating with her other hand. It was only when someone sat down across from her that she looked up.