The meal was over, though the cafeteria was not closed and didn’t ever really close, but the choices were limited to prepared foods and more of the snack variety than the meal variety. She’d had to whip up a second batch of cookies, which thrilled her to no end. She liked bustling about cooking and slipping in to help served and even lending a hand or two at cleaning. She liked to be busy and even more than that she liked to chatter with the people she served. There was something so wonderful about being part of feeding people. It was so integral to life but communal meals in a public place like this was so human, so grounding that it made her feel a little less homesick. Not for home, but for the place they could never be again. But being there, in the stars among fellow humans, doing such a human thing? Well there was some real comfort to be found in that. 

Besides, there were cookies. Where there were cookies, could comfort be far off? She’d held back a large portion of the last batch to package up and leave for the stragglers or those who came in between meals. She had just begun to bundle them up when a man walked in whistling. Not just whistling, but whistling well. She had been around music her whole life, had suffered through many years of piano, violin and flute. While she could play adequately, she had no real talent for it. In this she was yet a disappointment. But the lessons and her constant exposure to good music had taught her how to appreciate it and her trained ears caught the skill and the innate talent in the whistling. She looked up to watch the whistler, a smile curving her lips and giving bloom to her dimple. He was wearing a jumpsuit of some sort and smirk around his whistling lips and eyes. She cocked her head, regarding him and liking the set of his jaws and the sense of boyish trouble about him. 
She slipped half a dozen cookies on a plate and walked over to him in the quiet, nearly empty cafeteria. 

“You look like a man inclined to spoil his dinner.” She said as she handed him the plate. 

She wiped her hands on her apron and glanced at the clock, Jack should be back in a bit, but she still had time before they “stepped out.” Whatever that was. It wasn’t a bad first day up all in all. She had hard working co-workers, plans for the evening and she hadn’t burned a single cookie even though the oven was unknown. Filed with warm satisfaction she turned back to the man and noted idly the silver discs in his head and wondered if he’d been deaf and had surgery. If so that made his whistling all that much more impressive. 

“I’m afraid the grill’s shut down now so the cooked to order stuff is done for a few hours. But we have snacks and things you can heat up yourself, like soup or pasta. Or if you like I can whip you up a sandwich or two.”

She grinned at him, tossing her head to move a bit of dark red hair from her face which revealed her flour covered button of a nose.