Tenaya carefully made her way through the cafeteria, being sure to stay toward the sides of the room. Her lunch tray was in one arm, held close, while she used her other hand to maneuver her cane. Though she'd had strange dreams the night before, she couldn't afford to think about them right now. She had to find an empty table.

Though it was weird, to be honest. She'd had dreams before about still having her sight, but they mostly involved doing things she'd done before the fire--playing basketball, going to the movies, hanging out with friends. Why she dreamed now that she was some kind of martial artist or something was beyond her.

It hadn't bothered Dylan when she mentioned it at breakfast; "Tennie, it's probably normal. You had dreams like that before the fire, so you're probably just adjusting back to normal. Now I've got to get to work, so get your backpack and let's go."

"...Damn," she muttered when she realized she'd reached the last row of tables. None of the corner seats were empty--or kids were purposely moving into them just to mess with her. Searching down the middle seats would be harder--she couldn't just tap at the edges to feel for anyone's feet; she was still too new to everything to have figured out a system. The only other option would be to ask for help.