<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30059">(Atomic Blondes post) </span><br/><br/>The last 48 hours had been a bit crazy, and Quinn was feeling exhausted but she wasn’t going to let it get the best of her, not yet anyways. Stepping into the mess hall, her eyes looked around quickly taking in the sights of yet another massive room with a ton of people inside. It took her a moment to get her bearings before she moved over to the islands where food was ordered. She had skipped lunch and worked through most of the day, she could feel her stomach growl at the smells of food around her.<br/><br/>She just wanted some comfort food at that moment, she would work it off in the gym later she was sure anyways and she went straight to the station which would give her a nice juicy hamburger and fries. As she waited for her meal once she ordered it, she turned from the station and let her eyes scan the hall, taking in the scenes around her.<br/><br/>A group of four workers sitting close to the food stations arguing about something mundane, a tv show they all watch that night maybe. Her eyes scanned past them, looking over mainly people sitting in pairs or groups eating their dinners and chatting. Her eyes fell onto a couple looking a little close for a work mess hall, but then again what else did people do when they were isolated on this space island…you could either go down below and pay for company or find it within your coworkers like they appeared to have done.<br/><br/>Her eyes went past them to the far corner of the room with a rowdy group of people, of course Dallas was there, when was he ever not obnoxious? She found herself smirking at her own thought when she was poked in the shoulder by someone behind her in line. Her food was ready and she had zoned out. “Oh sorry…” she muttered and quickly pulled her tray out of the way, stepping off to the side.<br/><br/>After the days events, Quinn was tired but she had found her bearings with the project and she was in far less of a timid mood than she had been since she arrived. Heading to the table in the corner where Dallas and his friends were creating a rather dramatic show for others to peek in on, of course no one seemed to stare for too long. Her eyes flickered from the three of them in quick succession, taking a moment to appreciate the muscular curves and definition in Desmond's arm. Setting her tray down beside Dallas, she finally shifted her eyes back to him, "Hope you don't mind...."<br/><br/>Quinn sat down regardless, not waiting for any sort of approval from Dallas, rather than a formality. She stared at Dallas for a moment before shifting her eyes away from him and to the other two at the table. "I'm Nora...not sure what this Neanderthal has been telling you bout me but I assure you it's likely exaggerated."<br/><br/>She knew that she was pushing it with him but really at this point what was he going to do to her, if he attempted anything she was sure that Prentis would have a say since she was his new savoir in the tech department. "Unless of course, he was telling you about his failed attempts at charming me...then that is definitely accurate".<br/><br/>Quinn flashed a smile at Dallas before she plucked a fry up with her fingers and popped one into her mouth. She didn't realize until just then how hungry she actually was. "So what do you two do around here?" Her eyes shifted off Dallas and back across the table to the other two.