[h3]Vitiafa of Endiohon[/h3]

Vitiafa slowly moved through the galley, side-eying her companion from hydroponics in a minor spat with a pair of doctors as she worked across between the tables and across the room the drink dispenser. She squinted slightly as she worked the buttons, clearly not quite adjusted to the harsh-light this morning.

Between helping choose and nurture the fresh food the crew would depend on, and providing nursing services to the recovering evacuees still lingering in the beds, the priestess was a familiar sight to both parties in the routine of her work aboard the ship. Neutrality remained her approach as she grabbed her nominally fresh tea, there was little harm in minor verbal spats over attire and food to be worth compromising any one person's willingness to approach her.

"I believe there is a a recreation room somewhere aboard, Reenneesuash, and I'd expect there to be a gym aboard as well. Though I cannot say what might be stocked in the former." she called out as she turned away from the machine with her tea in hand. "It might be worth finding it, unless someone else braved the halls of this ship."

Vitaifa moved to the singular Dhasath, and sat opposite of her.

"I see I'm not the only one having a liquid breakfast, Officer Larci," she said after a sip of the tea. "I would hope that isn't typical. Are you doing well, given the circumstances we find ourselves in?"