[color=662d91][center][b][h1][img]http://i.imgur.com/CnDC7BD.png[/img][/h1][/b][/center][/color] [right][hr][color=gray][b]Smith's Rest, New Anchorage | HQ Mess Hall[/b] March 27th, 2677[/color][hr][/right] It had been a rough morning for Vera. She’d woken up sore, having rolled over in her sleep and disturbed the skin still healing around her plug. Lofgren had made it very clear the thing was anchored to her, but she still worried it might somehow get displaced. Then she’d found Lizzy showering in her clothes, entirely absent—evidently it had been a rough morning for her as well. She wasn’t around now, but it was early, she was probably talking to mom. On top of everything else, there was a mission going on. Stein, Percy and Alan were all gonna be off doing who knew what in Falcon’s Reach, for who knew how long. She was worried, less for Stein and Alan than Percy, but she worried about them too. Ana probably didn’t even know her dad was going off, or maybe Percy had gotten word to Zach. Either way, him being gone, especially with what had happened at the convention, made her nervous. Suddenly reminded, she looked around for Stein’s father. Mr. Kalfox was supposed to have been her first order of business, but between the poor sleep and Lizzy, she’d forgotten. He wasn’t about now, or at least she couldn’t spot him if he was, and she resigned to go by his office after breakfast instead. Someone else was around though. They greeted her from behind while she waited her turn for food, and she struggled for only a moment through the morning fog to pull a name from her memory. [color=662d91][b]“Josh!”[/b][/color] she greeted, cheerily. [color=662d91][b]“Hey, yeah, no this stuff? It’s great. I mean, it’s alright. Honestly you should have seen what my mom used to make, I’m happy enough this food is [i]hot[/i].”[/b][/color] As if on cue, the man behind the counter dropped a bowl of steaming oatmeal onto her tray. She smiled thankfully to him, and scooched down. [color=662d91][b]“So how’re you doing?”[/b][/color]