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As expected, the rest of the pilots had made their way to the mess hall. That wasn't surprising. Between physical activities and Echidna infections, Chi-Mechframe pilots tended to have higher than average metabolisms. But even so there were some outliers, like Fukada. No human, augmented or not, should have been able to put away that much food, let alone not gain a gram of weight from it. Norika sighed quietly, shaking her head. She'd have to deal with her teammates soon. Best to just grin and bear it. 

However she was less than pleased with Xuan-Yu's words and actions. She glowered at the man. "[i]Fils de pute![/i]" Norika swore at him.

She made her way to the window to order. There was all kinds of smells from what was being cooked. God, it all smelled so good, especially on an empty stomach. Norika had made a promise to herself earlier. She'd survived the mission. Time to eat until she was stuffed. Two big helpings of mild curry and rice to start off with, washed down with a few bottles of Genshi-Cola. She'd never been able to figure out the whole marble-in-the-bottle thing, but she rolled with it. The soda tasted good enough for the trouble.

Norika made her way to a table, making sure to sit a little ways from her peers. Close enough for her to hear what they were all saying, but far enough that she wouldn't attract much attention... hopefully.