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[right][hr][color=white][b][b]Mess Hall | In Transit[/b][/b][/color]
February 21st, 3061[hr][/right][/color]
[indent][indent][indent]Someone crazy had sat down nearby. At least, that's what William thought about Mox's comment. The grub did not, in fact, look good today. He'd describe it as rotten, though he doubted he'd know what a rotten cube looked like, let alone live the few moments required to complain about it. Perhaps the paprika taste was the [i]scrumptious[/i] cube finally reaching the end of it's long lifespan. Nothing like a bit of mold to spice things up a little, he thought, prodding a cube with his finger. Not surprisingly, William no longer felt hungry. At least Mox's mood kept spirits high. He took a sip of his water in a futile attempt to wash the taste away - both the actual taste, and the imaginary moldy cubes.

William's eyes met Marlowe's, and he had to bite his tongue gently to keep himself from grinning at his expression and the silent request that followed it. Rolling his shoulders in a fashion akin to a small shrug, he let Marlowe speak. It seemed Marlowe had come to the same conclusion that William had, something that both made him happy he had the same train of thought, and also worrying. If others were coming to the same conclusion, perhaps the food [i]was[/i] going bad. [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"That's if it even gives you something [i]to[/i] burn off,"[/color] William comments, giving Marlowe a wave. Turning to Mox, he finished his thought. [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"It almost seems like a placebo at this point. Something to make you [i]feel[/i] like you've eaten, just to push you a little further."[/color]

Just as he was going for another sip of his water, William was pleasantly surprised to see Andrea beginning to sit down across from him - perhaps he had been stuck in his thoughts too much, or maybe it was from talking to his colleagues, but he hadn't seen her walk in. He was a touch embarrassed about that, but he didn't let it show. He hid it through the mental questioning of how exactly Andrea was able to consume the food cubes without complaint - again. It [i]still[/i] amazed him.

Her question, asked so sweetly, was not as worrying to William as it might have been to others. He knew the reputation that she had - he had rescued her from the results of that reputation back on Kallas - however, to him, it was different. She had never hurt him, and had protected him more than anything. Even the small amount of concern conjured from her tone was overshadowed by the fact that he knew, even it might not have been as true for others, that he would be safe. She wouldn't hurt him.

[color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"[i]Hello[/i] to you too,"[/color] William chuckles. Andrea's fascination and dedication to her work was admirable, if a bit hair-raising. [color=lightgoldenrodyellow]"I'd be glad to help you. Just let me know later or tomorrow and I'll come to the medical bay."[/color] His eyes drifted to the cube that Andrea was holding as she spoke to Mox, and in turn, his eyes then fell to the remaining, uneaten cubes on his tray. Shaking his head a little, he used two fingers on both hands to slide his tray a few inches away from himself. After three full seconds, he cursed himself quietly. No camera picked up on the gesture and signalled for waiters to take his tray and cutlery away. Pulling his tray back to himself, he shook his head a little - he'd put the tray away himself when he wanted to get up. Old habits died hard, even after years of trying to batter them down.[/indent][/indent][/indent]