Cora POV
My head was spinning from all the new names and faces at the table, looking at me, then at Gunner, who was happily eating, and ignoring the questioning looks he was being given.
"Gunner, didn't you say I would be meeting Karen at breakfast?" I asked, since I hadn't heard her name mentioned yet.
"Bluey, no, at dinner, but she's up and about, if Scrubs is," Gunner replied between mouthfuls.
"Bluey? Why does she need to see her?" Scrubs asked, looking at me suspiciously.
Gunner didn't answer him, and I wasn't about to fill him in. I started eating some of the food from Gunner's plate, since I wasn't going to be allowed to have one of my own. Gunner's chest rumbled low as he chuckled at me, grabbing a fork and tucking in. The plate emptied fast with the two of us eating from it
