Leah's eyes dwell on the knife for a few seconds, watching each trajectory as it twirls. In her pocket, under her robes, is a knife she stole from the London pub where she's been staying this past week.

That week's been a long enough exposure to this Brave New World that she knows to expect with meal times, but the wait is still annoying.

After watching the knife for a few seconds, she looks at her new neighbour's face.