The Becoming Of A Crayterian

[Doreen]

She listened as they discussed military rations. She had never tried those of the military variety. She heard that some were very unappealing and not a healthy way to dine over a long period of time.
"I've been lucky," she added to the conversation, "I never had to make a living on rations. Fresh food was always available." Then she shrugged, "I don't know, I guess maybe I'm spoiled?" She finished the statement with a funny smile as if she was picking on herself a little.

"A lot to choose from," she continued in reference to living arrangements, "all sounding like they have a lot of charm." She took another bite followed by a sip of her water. She went into a moment of thought as she continued, "I was thinking something more natural. I don't know how the natural islands are but something about the thought is appealing. But yes, no matter what I choose, I will see it for myself."

Benjen turned to his mother, "Mom, can I have some more?"
She smiled as she took his plate, "Of course, Sweety!" She proceeded to serve him more of what he wanted. He had discovered some of the local sea food. She put the plate down in front of him as he smiled his approval and thanked her.

She didn't show it but the attacked cruiser in Tau 23 was on her mind. They didn't expect her to go right to work but in the back of her mind, that was her job. That is what she was good at. The Crayterians were showing a lot of trust and she didn't want it misplaced. She half expected someone to call asking if she could help but for the moment, it was quiet. They knew that the offer was there if they needed it.

Satisfied herself, she wiped her face and took a glass of her favorite Gallic Red Wine. It was a social time so she saw no harm in it as she normally ended her day with it. Everyone was talking and enjoying, something she was certain that they needed more of. With her radiant smile, she just enjoyed the atmosphere.

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