[color=6ecff6][b]Ximena Huang[/b][/color]

Well, it definitely looked like a canteen. From the most exclusive college to the most run-down insurgent camp, cafeterias had a look to them. You could clean them as much or as little as you wished; any space designed to feed many people quickly and efficiently had the area of a feeding trough.  

[color=6ecff6]"I give the French this: unlike the British and their wayward colonies, they can make food that's worth a damn without being drenched in grease. Give me a tartine over navy beans, any day of the week."[/color]

Baked beans, sausage, French toast, bacon, and fried eggs- was it any wonder Westerners were fat? They ate breakfast like they were all construction workers! 

She followed Yuna over to the coffee machines, finding exactly what she expected: shit. They said free things tasted best, but that seasoning only made the brew palatable.  

[color=6ecff6]"You think they're going to let us off base still?"[/color] she asked Yuna, sprinkling a pinch of salt into her coffee. [color=6ecff6]"Or did our friends in the mechanic bay ruin that?"[/color] 

Ximena was hoping to prowl more, by herself or with someone else. She didn't feel comfortable in a base until she had made a full accounting of the nightcrawlers near it.