Mika winced as she mentioned the backwards captain. "Let me guess, the guy was from that little religious backwater out in Sigma Draconis? You know, the place the rest of the galaxy sent their nutjobs who refused acknowledge the post-diaspora notion of basic equality? I boarded one of their merchies once, I'm not sure which part of me they were more insulted by, my reproductive organs or my color," she said, her mouth twisting in disgust.<br/><br/>She sighed, "anyway, I'll see to a meal for you, in fact..." she walked over to the pantry he closed and unlocked the hatch. "Let's see what Mac keeps in here," she ducked inside and rummaged through the supplies, returning with a packet of crackers, sliced cheese and cured meats, and a bottle of wine of some sort. "Jackpot," she said with a smile, returning to the cabin with  everything on a tray. "I don't think Allie will mind too much," she said with a chuckle, "I got him tickets to see his favorite band while he's on Grissom, he owes me this much." she started opening the crackers and nudged the screw-top glass bottle of wine towards Tahlia. it was an older vintage from the Chaffee coastal regions where the gene splicers fused terran grapes with native flora. the resulting liquid was a deep blue. "Go on, we can drink to the dead."