Nah...let's give her some privacy.

Call me crazy, but I decided to leave her be. I wasn't sure what her deal was, but the last thing I thought she needed was to get caught sniffing laundry. So, as much as I wanted to see where this was going, I went back to my room. I sat on my bed, my controller next to me and I started to consider what happened back at the pizzeria.

While it was normal for Gaz to consume vast amounts of pizza, the fact she was clearly not satisfied with what she ate worried me. Despite her belly being full, she seemed to still be suffering from hunger pains. I hoped she wasn't malfunctioning. Or maybe I had been mistakenly given one with a food fetish? ...with pizza? Ugh...that sounds gross. I thought you used fruit or chocolate for that sort of thing.

Eventually, Gaz entered my room. She looked...a mess, actually. Her hair looked messy (though she apparently tried to brush it). It was slightly matted with sweat. Her face was flushed and her teeth were clenched behind her lips, though I think she was trying to hide that fact.

Taking a deep breath, Gaz stepped forward to sit next to me. "Sorry, I, uh...um...needed the restroom," she lied. Sitting next to me, she scooted a little closer. Her top of her head juuuuust managed to reach my shoulder. Not being a tall guy myself, it was pretty awesome not being the shortest person in the room. And it was adorable. "So, has it finished installing? I fucking hate that it has to install. I just want to play the fucking game."

That was an understandable compliant, especially considering what sort of person Gaz was, but the way she said it...I had a feeling that it wasn't the game that was bothering her. "Gaz...are you sure you're okay?" I asked, frowning in concern. Her fingers dug into the sheets, her breathing slightly ragged. Sweat trickled down her face. Jeez...what was happening here? My expression wasn't a fake one this time around. Was it possible for her to be sick? Why would they program that in?

Before she could reply (and before I could even think of what I was doing), I placed my hand on her forehead. Not sure what I expected. I mean, who knows how warm her skin was supposed to be? The reaction was...not what I expected. She sucked in her breath...and exploded. "No, I'm NOT okay! I have a stomach ache from eating all that pizza, but at the same time I've got a craving that is driving me crazy!" Gripping those two...hooks her hair had, she tugged them in frustrated rage. "And the closest thing I've gotten to relief was...was..."

Gaz's anger rushed out like a popped balloon. She went silent, slowly releasing her hair and placing her hands on her lap...though they migrated to her stomach rather quickly. "Was what?" I prompted. If there was a way to fix this, I wanted to know what it was. "...hey, it's done installing. We should play now," Gaz said, reaching for the controller. I snatched it from her grasp. "Gaz, you're obviously suffering right now and I don't want that. Just tell me what it was that helped." Maybe I should have spied on her after all...

Taking another deep breath, Gaz turned to me, opening her eyes. They were filled with frustration, distress...and a sort of hunger. "It helped when...when I..." she mumbled.