The mess hall filled up pretty quick, that was the usual Jennifer had become used to. She grabbed a tray and went through the line in her turn, picking and grabbing at the smaller portioned specials before getting to the more filling, meal specific servings. She plopped some goopey brown stuff into an empty spot on her tray, moving onto a more greenish, harder substance she knew was chowder. What kind, she didn't want to know, no telling how it had changed since its original production. She hoped it had changed, at least a little. At some point it probably looked delicious, but now it was only good enough to stand. For Jennifer at least, she prefered field MRE's. She wasn't as used to mess as most other Marines; her time with the 1/1 Sol Marines was spent in conflict zones all across the galaxy, and rarely was a mess hall around. She grabbed some sauce as she passed by, not sure what it was but adding some extra taste might not suck, along with a packet of pepper.<br/><br/>Now that she was here, on a ship destined for a rescue mission, she eased down a little and tried to enjoy it. The tray filled up quickly as she reached the end, dropping whatever she could, including biscuits and cookies, onto her tray or on top of other things already on the tray. With her mountain of food in tow, Jennifer grabbed some utensils and moved towards the end table, sitting down and sliding her tray down onto the pristine white surface. She seated herself and picked up her fork, digging at the food staring back at her. The food smelled good, that was at least something to look forward too, as she picked up a piece of the cornbread and dunked it into some sauce, biting off a piece and chewing it briefly, she sprinkled the pepper around and poured some dressing onto anything not already a liquid.