The steamed bun in his hand suddenly lost its appeal. With a soft thud, the quarter of a bun he had left dropped to the floor.
He stared in Stella Sterling's direction, his eyes wide with disbelief.
'This woman is just too wasteful! Even if she has a lot of food stockpiled, it won't last if she eats like that.'
Stephen Lawrence watched for a moment before suddenly struggling with all his might. His body, bound to the chair, lurched forward as he yelled, "I won't stand for it! It's not fair! I want some of your food, too! Why do I only get a steamed bun?!"
The commotion quickly drew Stella Sterling's attention. She put down her chopsticks and strode over. "What's all this noise about? You tired of living?"
As she spoke, she kicked the chair Stephen Lawrence was sitting on. The chair, with him still in it, shot backward a considerable distance, only stopping when it crashed into something.
