[ The food situation is the worst thing about being on this space station. Not being so far away from everybody. It's what she wanted, anyway. And eventually she'll stop seeing them in the other people around. She'll stop thinking they're just around the corner. She'll stop hearing the sound of a familiar drawl in the crowd, thinking it's somebody she knows.
Somebody she loves.
They're all back home. Not safe by any means but at least not here. Wherever here is. She stirs her slop with a plastic spork and tries to work up the will to actually eat it. And tries not to pay too much attention to the man talking to himself on the other end of the table. She rubs the back of her neck, trying to work out a kink. But then he asks her a question. It takes her a minute to realize he's actually talking to her. She looks from him to the slop and then back, feeling tired. ]
>>messhall
Somebody she loves.
They're all back home. Not safe by any means but at least not here. Wherever here is. She stirs her slop with a plastic spork and tries to work up the will to actually eat it. And tries not to pay too much attention to the man talking to himself on the other end of the table. She rubs the back of her neck, trying to work out a kink. But then he asks her a question. It takes her a minute to realize he's actually talking to her. She looks from him to the slop and then back, feeling tired. ]
Only when we're really desperate.
[ She is really missing the breakfast cobbler. ]