*Jillian sips her water, and lights up another cigarette. She turns towards Zeta, and keeps a slight smile as she starts to explain why people can their foods.*
Jillian: It preserves the food for a longer period of time, without needing refrigeration. Not necessarily fresh, but it is better than nothing.

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*John slides into a seat near Nia and Beatrix, and manages to find a glass of some whiskey. While Nia stops the blade from pointing at her with a finger.*
John: Nia's a squadmate of mine, well... Kinda. She is what we call a "operative" or "ops," Mostly does shadowy shit, and look like angst-y teenager.
*Nia rolls her eyes, and looks visibly annoyed.*
Nia: He's right about one thing, I'm a operative, essentially a spy, and hacker. Was part of Johns squad till... [i]things [/i]happened.
*John rolls his eyes at Nia being all clandestine.*