[center][h2][color=92278f]Beth[/color][/h2][/center]

She saw enough between Trish and Jinxy. She knew enough about humans, enough about that particular part of humanity. She also knew she was no longer hungry. Beth pushed some of the food about on her dish. Her hand shook, to cover the movement she stood and cleared her dish. Beth started a pot of coffee, it wasn't tea, her mom's remedy for stressed nerves, but as her dad would have said 'something warm in the hands is always good'. 

Before Amir had even answered Trish and Jinxy each of the crew had a cup of the hot liquid. She knew she should have asked for dinner off today. From one of her pockets a small dark bottle had its contents dumped into Beth's cup before she drank.