Mea left the briefing room to buy lunch at the airport before returning to the tarmac. Her arms were loaded down with bags full of Chinese food, and she was slowed by her burden, careful not to spill the delicate packaging.<br/><br/>She turned her face to look up at Marcus when he came jogging up to her, with an expression of surprise at his interest. "So.... out of curiosity... you don't seem like the type to dress up very often.... any special reason...?"<br/><br/>A faint smile curled the corners of her lips, and she pushed back a strand of hair behind her ear, shifting her weight to keep from spilling. "Kind of a personal question for someone whose only known me for less than a day, Valentine."  The tone of her voice made it clear she didn't appreciate the probing. Her eyes were very intense under the thick wave of bangs that curled from her crown.<br/><br/>Mea hadn't changed her clothes yet, but her utility belt and biosuit bracer was still on, habit more than laziness.  She sighed in frustration with the packaging, stopping suddenly. "Valentine, help me with these."  She offered him two of the bags, stating swiftly "Careful, it'll spill...keep it upright."  One of the flight attendants was waiting at the stairs, nodding to them as they made their way up the plane's steps.<br/><br/>"Okay guys!" She yelled from the door "Dinner!"