The commissary hummed with the sort of efficiency that characterized most V/O facilities. Most times of day, soldiers and other military staff kept the place filled at about a quarter occupancy. Constant busy diners that chose not to overcrowd it.
It was just easier to pick something up on base than travel the extra distance to then have to sit with civilians.
The Tech for the 373 returned to their table with two steaming cups, sliding one toward the dark haired woman that was there to ask questions.
"Standard stimulant. Not the best tasting, but its effect is consistent."
Naia accepted with a nod, wrapping her fingers around the quite warm cup.
"Consistency is sometimes better than… nothing."
'We're just talking about drinks, why did I have to think that?'
She hated that everything she said or thought had a tendency to circle back or be compared to her personal situation. Even if the people she was talking to didn't know it was what she was doing.
