Mostly. Except, he's a man. I on the other hand, am not. " Homura takes notice into her body structure. She was obviously dehydrated. "If you're hungry or thirsty, there is a full buffet up there, by the tent. Its a mix of soul food and japanese cuisine. Ironically, because we're dominantly black and japanese. Of course, you seem like a proud person. I'm not going to force you to eat or drink anything. Homura remarks.
She raises an eyebrow in perplexity,
" Wait, what? How is he a man and your not? You're identical twins, right?"
Her calm expression becomes sour as he had noticed her un-healthy body. She un-ties her thick cardigan from around her waist and firmly wraps it around herself, she felt embarrassed,
" Thank you very much, Homura... But, I'm fine... I'm fine. Well, now I am.."
Her vision becomes obscured with un-wanted warm tears. she keeps her head low as she askes,
" Are there any bathrooms?"