[h3][color=violet]Victoria/Angel[/color][/h3]

[color=c45d3b][b]”Ladies and gentle– no, just ladies. Food’s ready in five. Jinxy? I’ll speak to you about the ship over dinner. I presume none of it’s good news.”[/b][/color]

Waking with a start, Victoria missed the first half of Amir's announcement, although it seemed obvious enough that dinner would be ready soon. She rubbed her eyes with a yawn, noting that she felt a lot better after her brief nap. Checking to make sure her hood hadn't fallen off, Victoria stood up and left her room, heading towards the galley, locking the door behind her. Her room was relatively nondescript – it's former occupant was probably low on the food chain, as the room had no decorations. This didn't bother her, though; if anything, it was a good thing because she might be able to make it her own over time.

Entering the galley, Victoria saw that Trish and Amir were already here. [color=violet]"Hey,"[/color] she greeted as she sat down next to Trish. [color=violet][i]"Wow, this food smells... um, [b]horrible[/b],"[/i][/color] she thought, harshly. But she didn't say anything; who knows? Amir's cooking might surprise her. [color=violet][i]"I guess we'll just have to wait and see,"[/i][/color] she mused inwardly.