Caulifla's stomach continues to persist, causing the Saiyan to finally submit to her own urges. In two flash-steps, she finds herself in the Kitchen as she wanders the place. So far, nothing too out of the—-a bowl of Kinnikuman's famous dish? Sure, this place is a charity, right? Picking up the food, her eyes narrow towards the microwave in hesitation. What Could Possibly Go Wrong??
Kale forms a small smile: a trend that occurs increasing often in this strange place than she realized. Following the proofreads, she manages to correct herself again after a few minutes of trial and error. "I...um...well...how are—?" ''Kale had it on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't spell it out. "...What do you do, again? A-And your n-name?"
Speaking of food: dinner. I'll be back in around 30-45 mins.
For minutes, Caulifla stares at the dimmed microwave, actively pressing its buttons to understand its nature. Occasionally, the machine activates and warms the food...for a few seconds, prompting the girl to try again. It's either really tedious, or she's doing something wrong. Whatever the case, her stomach joins in on the frustration.
"A d-detective?" Kale's eyes look to the side to process the thought, then looks back at Gesicht. "Oh...okay. Um, right, like...your job is to help your...police...by looking for clues in other people's business? I...I think our planet's Defense Force...has some p-people like that. Some of my g-gang m-members...don't like them. I...I don't know about S-Sis, though."
edited 21st Aug '17 6:25:47 PM by XMenMutant22

(She dodges them, just barely, though it feels like that's for show somehow.)