Yev sighs in mid-bite as orders crackled in her ear. 

[color=FFBF00][i]"...Eel, Nielson, take [b]57104[/b] with you to the sub levels and find me that leak..."[/i][/color]

[color=00ff66]"Duty calls,"[/color] Yev mummers as she stands up, grabbing her things and heading towards the bins and the sink. The strawberry bits in the oatmeal hadn't soften, yet.

[color=00ff66][i]Can't I have one meal to eat in peace?[/i][/color] Yev wonders as she scrapes out the remaining oatmeal into the compostable bin along with the bio-compostable spoon. Next, she put the resin bowl and tea cup carefully into the sink, and selects an empty water bottle from the drying rack. Pausing at the dispenser, she waited as it slowly filled her bottle. 

[color=00ff66][i]How much of this was from the buried ice,[/i][/color] she wonders, [color=00ff66][i]And how much of this is just cleaned and recycled pee?[/i][/color]

Others were moving about, but she paid them no mind as she went downstairs to her locker. Inside, she pulls out her work belt and buckles it around her waist [color=00ff66][i](as they for some reason didn't want convict workers to have tools in their rooms)[/i][/color], then put on her stained white work helmet with the head light and "57104" stenciled on the sides. 

[color=00ff66][i]I better not catch it for not scrubbing out the stains,[/i][/color] Yev scowls, remembering the warning that it was remotely possible for the scouring powder to be used as an explosive component that made management pull it from use. Not that she was going to point out she had enough chemistry to make explosives from what was already in the kitchen - [color=00ff66][i]and none of it was going to get her back to Earth any sooner.[/i][/color] Rolling her eyes, she reaches inside to grab a couple of protein bars from her stash. One vanilla, one peanut butter - not that it mattered, there was a vague flavor that lasted half a minute, then it was just bland chewy taffy with lots of saw dust bits in it. 

[color=00ff66][i]Bet this is from the batch with the artificial sawdust, there's no way this is "natural fiber." I eat far too many of these things.[/i][/color]

[color=00ff66]"I'm going to head to first sub level,"[/color] she called out to Eel and Nielson. 

[color=00ff66]"Holiday,"[/color] she said, her voice taking a more formal, respectful tone, [color=00ff66]"What color is the oil? has any of the drones analyzed it yet?"[/color] All the oils and liquids for the machinery had their own colors for quick identification, but burnt oil was just black.

[color=00ff66][i]Bet the leak is from the harvester,[/i][/color] Yev sighs. [color=00ff66][i]Probably the drip pan again. But if we don't check below, they'll dock us for not following up. At least I can check in on my cider.[/i][/color]

She'd brought up a bottle to sample last night, but someone had snagged it off the counter while she was looking for a glass. [color=00ff66][i]If someone asks, I'll tell them it's a urine sample. Hope they don't get the runs....[/i][/color]