1104-310 -- 1104-340 -- 1104-341 -- 1104-342
Common Area, Pioneer
Lunch time
Jerdehl is seen in the common area, prepping food for the crew. She is seen puttering around the cooking area, chopping vegetables, sniffing at the green stuff and the meat.
Jerdehl gives a root vegetable a sniff, nibbles at the tip, spits it out with obvious disgust, and throws the lot into a waste bin.
Jerdehl takes out a long, thin, blue root vegetable, gives it the taste test, approves of it, and chops it into the pan where a casserole of sorts is brewing.
The crew enter the room, and let Jerdehl serve them the best meal they have tasted since Fist. They never even notice her as she sits back and lets the crew talk, listening intently.
Mikhel follows his nose into the galley with hope. Food is fuel. But tasty food is so much better!
Mikhel's mouth enjoys the food, while his thoughts are on task. First thing off the ship is to drop into the local Med Bay and check out the facilities for any ex-Combat Medic contacts, as well as the lay of the land and competencies of the personnel. This is not an overt, in-their-face inspection, just look around and chatter. Let them know the call codes to call, if there is need for extra hands. Oh! Have you got some extra drugs for my Med Bag you could spare? If not, what local supplier should I be talking to...
Mikhel gives Jerdehl a really big smile. "This is really good." The nicety of a 'Thanks' doesn't pass Mikhel's lips, as that is just needless words...
