I wheeled myself around the base for about twenty minutes until I found the mess hall. It wasn't very crowded, assuming I woke up a lot later that what was normally the appropriate time to be awake. I got in line, taking up more space that I than I'd liked, but I made it through. I was handed a tray full of waffles, eggs, and bacon. I sat the tray in my lap, maneuvering as best as I could so it wouldn't slid off of my legs onto the floor. In no time, I was at a table alone, scooting chairs out of the way so I could make room for myself. 
I huffed, my arms sore and hurting from using so much energy just to find this place. I was tired all over again. I quietly said my grace before I started eating and dug in. A few people walked passed me, slowing down as the walked, wondering who I was and if I was apart of the small group that had come in from the outside. 
"Excuse me." I heard a small voice behind me. 
"Yeah?" I swallowed my food, looking over my shoulder. A small, pale girl with short curly blonde hair stood with an empty tray in her hands.
"You came from out there, right?" She asked. 
"How could you tell? Did the wheelchair give it away?" I said sarcastically. She nodded, a small smile appearing on her face. 
"What's it like out there?" She asked me. I saw a few people slowing down behind her, trying to listen in. 
"It's uh--" I sighed. "It's a lot. It's rough out there." I admitted. "I prefer it though."