7.

A knock kicked my lids open and pushed my stomach down for a second.
"You in there?"
"Yeah."
"The door is locked."
"My digestion is weird."
"We could look into some of those Vaucanson tracts."
"Sure."
"It's lunch." she stops for a moment, "I really don't want to go back."
"You want me to cover you?"
"Yeah. Just half a shift. You should probably start getting ready, I leave my suit out here."
"You want my spare?"
"No. I'll lounge. Give me a hug before you leave."