Katrina walked over to the buffet table, the weird t-shirt given out was draped over one arm, covering up her metallic silver bag. There was no way she was wearing it unless she had to. It was just a party favor after all. She didn't even know why she was at the buffet table. Then she remembered. It was too early to be hungry, no, she was looking for coffee. She had to calm her nerves somehow and she hoped that at this thing they would at least serve some sort of decent tasting coffee. At least, she hoped so. She sighed and looked around the table, eyes trailing over all the options of drinks and snacks. But where was the coffee?!