When Anna heard the professor's voice, she froze in place (not that she could move much anyway) and listened to what he was saying. Fried chicken? Ewwww! Anna shook her head---or, as much of it as she could, indicating to the professor that she didn't want to step within a hundred feet of friend chicken at the moment. Or actually, now that she thought about it, Anna didn't think she'd ever want to eat fried chicken again. However, she could use a nice drink at the moment. She really didn't care what it was, as long as it didn't contain the words "chicken" and "grease" in it. Anna nodded her head, hoping that when---and if---drinks arrived, she could remove her lips for this disgusting mess.