(OOC: Okay. Since I was gone for several hours, watching my sister's "West Side Story" play--which is sort of like
Romeo and Juliet with gang wars--let's just assume that Jill had some extreme luck, got her clothes washed without meeting any rapists, and is now on her way to the buffet for some good eatin'
)
Almost bewildered by her lucky lack of rapist encounters, Jill heads into the Dining Hall, smelling the buffet's tasty food as she walks in. Feeling rather famished after all she's been through, she snags some grilled chicken tenders, a few carrot sticks and apple slices for the side item, and a caffeine-free Dr. Piper cola to drink. She then heads over to a table next to Lilia's, sits down, and savors every bite of her well-balanced meal.
(At least the nearest person is another woman, and not some smelly douche with a hard-on for felonies.)