“Just act natural.”
“What?” Haley mumbled as she struggled to open her eyes and get her feet to work.
“Just walk casually,” Jason whispered as she stumbled over her own two feet, but before she could fall on her face and happily curl up on the cafeteria-styled tiled floor and go back to sleep, Jason had his arm around her and was carrying her towards the back hall where she assumed the bathrooms were.
“What’s going on?” she muttered pathetically, giving up on trying to walk and just settled heavily in his arms as her eyelids began to slowly droop shut.
“Fried chicken,” was all he said when she suddenly found herself in a dark room that smelled like Mr. Clean.
“What are we doing?” she asked, forcing her eyes open with a yawn.
“Staying low,” Jason whispered as he carefully set her on her feet.
“In a cleaning closet?” she asked with a sigh and a sad shake of her head, berating herself for opening her big mouth and telling him about all the buffet restaurants that they’d found.