Grayson seemed to have easily carried over the little game that they’re playing. It was quite adorable, though not really for the Siren’s taste since it feels so sweet. So disgustingly sweet.

[color=burlywood]“I guess so, yeah,”[/color] the Siren would grin and raise her mug to Amy. Touché.

The comfortable silence of the galley settled yet again as the crew continued eating. Matija would settle back down next to her chubby companion and placed her arm on his shoulder as she sipped her coffee with the help of the other. It was odd, being back in this setting after being idle for such a long time. Or even eating with other people in general. She would usually sneak in to get her food and head out before anyone would notice so nobody would pin the loss of rations on her.

[color=ec008c]”I think that-“[/color] Amy said before abruptly stopping and excusing herself while she held herself and ran out of the galley. She found it odd as she wasn’t the type to ditch conversations in that manner, at least with what she knew of her. She was more polite than that. Of course, Grayson followed after her and she couldn’t help but think of the possibilities for such actions.

Grayson would come back a little later, apologizing on Amy’s behalf and Matija squinted her blank eyes at him as he reasoned that it was probably the juice that she drank but otherwise she’s fine. His actions screamed otherwise. Grayson proceeded to dunk the thing down the drain and the Mecorian watched him by the corner of her vision before casually walking by box to inspect the accused box while nobody was looking to check it was the case. After checking the box, she would snort silently in amusement before throwing it in the trash and washing her hand so she could get started on cleaning the used utensils to pass the time. Behind her, Stryker spoke to the group and then to Grayson.

[color=orange]"So as I was going to say before, I've got the strangest feeling that we're going to be mobilized soon. I know that there's been no contact from the Alliance in weeks, but I don't know, I just can't shake it, so what I'm gonna propose is we keep our skills sharp. Feels like it's been months since I held a gun, much less fired one. They really neglected to outfit the ship with a firing range, but we can rig one together pretty easily, maybe pull all the equipment in the gym off to one side, weld a few layers of steel plating against the wall for targets, is that doable Grayson?"[/color]

[color=39b54a]"Yeah, wouldn't be any issue at all,"[/color] responded Grayson and Matija took the mug when he placed it by the sink after he had finished.

[color=orange]"Ok, well after you check on Amy, maybe all of you guys can go down and get started on that? I'm gonna fix up a plate for the kid, see if he wants any,"[/color] said Stryker. The Siren would perk to that, unaware that they had another member on board that she had yet to meet. But before she could ask, Stryker had already gone out of the galley to give food to what seems like a reclusive member.

Needless to say, she wasn’t happy with she wasn’t as informed as she thought so after she had quickly dealt with the dishes, the Siren would sit down and eye the quiet new girl. At least, new to her eyes. They said her name was Taleste or whatever. She couldn’t be assed to remember the light brunette’s name so she made a new one that would fit her.

[color=burlywood]“Hey there, Tailty, Tasty, Tailor Jonah? Ginger. Yeah, Ginger. What’re ya in this crew for?”[/color]

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