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[It's morning on the seventeenth of September, Kanaya's fifth meal here, and she's really getting miserable about this entire "being gray" and "having to eat" situation. Something that's caught her attention during the hated dining time is the woman who always sits somewhere easily reached by blindly shuffling around and always eats something again easily obtained by the simplest type of hand usage. Kanaya's not sure if the lady's eyes are closed all the time because they're useless or just because she's really, really tired, but either way at this point she is officially struck enough by the apparent predicament that after completing her own breakfast, she makes an approach. Though as ever she is earnest in her inquiry, there's not a whole lot of energy in her voice.]

Ma'am, haven't you consumed any protein yet today? I can get you some from the meal dispenser...