[Pyrrha blinks; nervously lowering her head and shielding her face from view of the lunch-lady.]

[A hushed tone.] I- I think she heard you...!

[As her head is lowered, Pyrrha glances across the table and gets a good look at Nero's arm, which appears to be in a sling. Was he injured..? Pyrrha can't quite put her finger on what- but she gets the strangest feeling that there's something.... off about it.]