Anjali cracked a bleary eye at the door and got up and opened it. Outside, disgustingly chipper and fit stood Dwayne, he clearly was one of those 'morning'people. "Ugh" was all she said before she turned around and fell back into her bunk, face first. It hurt and she felt her ass jiggle when she did that, huh, maybe she really did need to work out after all. At least it was wrapped in brand new, totally adorable, very girly, grey shorts with a rose print and lace edging, and a matching tank top.<br/><br/>"I didn't sleep, and I'm sore, and..." she knew it was no use and she drew her knees up under her the way a child would and then slowly righted her upper body and sighed. "Fine, I'm coming, but you're buying me breakfast, and not goolash, that programming must be deleted."<br/><br/>She got up and looked at Dwayne who was very leisurely inspecting her, he... who had closed his door last night...he... because of whom she couldn't sleep... he...because of whom she was sore as heck. "I'll be there in ten." And she went to the bathroom. She was there in twenty. She was dressed, had some minimal make-up on, her hair was in a pony tail, and she wore earrings, and most definitely a bra underneath that tank top. Dwayne had been right, moving around did help ease the pain, but she would rather eat another plate of goolash than admit that, and besides it did nothing for her tiredness. Weapons training? OK, she could handle it. Maintenance? What could he have meant? She wasn't really a maintenance doing sort of person, she maintained herself, although genetic engineering had advantages in that regard and there wasn't much to maintain. Oh well, maybe some light dusting... who knew...<br/><br/>"Alright, Captain, what breakfast battles a lack of sleep and a sore body?" she asked when she reached the mess.