What transpired caused Shiva to stand up straighter and observe Shuo with a confused fascination. Not only were his words muddled and conflicted, his reaction to eating the seacrawler he picked out was so exaggerated it almost seemed as if Shiva's cooking had sent him to paradise. Shiva had one eyebrow raised so intensely that it almost hurt to hold it there. The seacrawlers were fantastic hangover cures, but surely Shiva hadn't prepared them [i]that[/i] well, right? Mostly to distract herself, she took another bite of her own, taking out another third of the seacrawler. Nope, they weren't anything special. When Shuo thanked her more profusely that she expected, Shiva glanced around the bench in front of her, gathering herself again and belying the fact that she was staring again, then frowned and motioned with her free hand. "You are very welcome." She replied, her voice inflecting high near the end of the sentence.

Thankfully the episode was short lived as Shuo's tone took a turn for the more casual in responding to Rareth. Shiva comfortably crossed her arms and was able to lean back and smile again. Eating the last of the seacrawler she held, she played off Rareth's comment about the food. When Shuo said his farewells, Shiva raised a hand and threw him a friendly, "See you." When the door closed, Shiva's mouth curled into a smile and her eyes narrowed. "Rareth, I think I have just found the weakness of my commanding officer. The dolt must have eaten these as a juvenile or something."

With that, Shiva leaned on the bench again and resumed eating the rest of the seacrawlers. Within a few minutes, her headache had disappeared and her mind was fresh again. After breakfast, she wasted no time in donning her military fatigues. She doubted she would be getting thrown into a theatre straight after the briefing, but there were no ceremonies she was aware of.