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The pink-haired girl sighed irritably at the explanation she was given.

Of course he didn’t look where he was going. The weak-handed apology didn’t make her feel any better, though the fact he made it seem like he was running from the bad food in the cafeteria [i]almost[/i] made her smile. The amount of times consuming the food on the station made her angry was too many to count, but at least the coffee did its job. Coffee she sorely needed. Without wanting to spend too much more time on idle conversation she decided here to get the conversation over with, besides, at least the pilot before her knew to be intimidated by her and rightly so.

[color=FF7CB6]“Yeah, the food sucks.”[/color] She admitted as she tapped two of her fingers against her forearm in rhythm. [color=FF7CB6]“But I need a coffee. So. Later.”[/color]

Before he knew it she would’ve been moving past him toward the cafeteria, thinking little of the encounter. 
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