Puckering her lips faintly, Tulip tips her chair back onto its hind legs, surveys the lunchroom like she goddamn owns it, which she knows ain’t true, the lunchroom belongs to Donnie, Clive, and Betsy, but she’s not afraid of them. Amid the roar of laughter, yelling, and clattering, Tulip catches wind of a weird voice, glances over to the right at one of the empty tables they surround themselves with to a lanky, pale-ass motherfucker, sitting all on his lonesome. “New kid,” she mutters, moreso to herself, since Jesse’s gone in la-la land, “Hey,” she waves, frowns, “NICK CAVE,” another, impatient wave, “PALE KID, YOU, YEAH, YOU,” Tulip gestures for him to come over, slinging a grin onto her lips, “C’mon and sit with us, no need making yourself a target to all these dipshits,” she gestures to the rest of the room, popping her seat down onto its legs so she can kick the seat adjacent to her from the table. Giving a hefty elbow to Jesse’s side, she quirks her brow, “You gotta eat, babe. Gotta meet our new buddy too.”