I slowly push myself off the buffet table and begin to wander through the crowd. Whenever I take a peek at her, I see that she's doing the same. First right, then left, around a bunch of rebels, along one of the walls. I walk around a table and so does she. Her fingertips dance across the tabletop as she walks past it. By the time I reach the wall she's been leaning against, she's back on the other side of the dining hall, leaning over the buffet with feigned interest.