Shiva held her glass at eye level. "Root wine, huh?" She said, wondering herself how such a thing was made. She had believed that you needed a fruit to make wine. She took another sip of the sour drink as Shuo spoke, stifling an empathetic chortle at the lacking proportion of dietary fibre in Sovereignty rations. Shiva had heard of Golyeva cheese, but never really got around to trying it herself.

"So that's how ArmSpecWar can sleep so easily when they get the opportunity," Shiva said, probably more bravely than she should have, considering that Shuo was her superior. "I'll have to try that stuff as well, perhaps." Shiva held her glass low in both hands and smiled, "Your homes sound more interesting than mine. All my home produced was rare earth elements, iron, tin, copper, and other ore minerals." Shiva peered at Rareth for a moment, "Hey, speaking of planet-side. Have we heard anything about where we're going next?"