<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/cl2-1.jpg)</div><br/>By the time they reached the mess hall, Nerys wanted to throttle the small Asian woman leading them. It was so hard to keep the proper cadence when the woman wasn't speaking English! The tempo was the same, but a part of her brain kept losing the beat because she was trying to understand the words at the same time. She would have loved nothing more than to simply shove the smaller woman into a large mud puddle and watch her flounder!<br/><br/>Of course she did nothing more than fantasize such things while trying to keep the tempo, but they made her feel better.<br/><br/>Entering the mess she had to bight back a groan at the slop they were supposed to eat. It smelled even worse than it looked but she suspected it would be both calorie rich, and nutritionally adequate, or they wouldn't feed it to them. After all, not keeping them healthy would certainly be detrimental to the quality of soldier they produced. She saw a couple of other cadets take things from the dessert shelves but she steered wide of them herself.<br/><br/>After the day they'd already had, she suspected those desserts were nothing more than a trap. One more reason for the instructors to yell at, or punish them. Until she was specifically told they could eat them, she was leaving them the hell alone.<br/><br/>And idea that seemed supported by the instructor suddenly questioning Amy. Looking up to hear the other girl's answer a small smirk curved Nerys' lips. She looked forward to hearing how that response would be greeted, and prayed it wouldn't get all of them into trouble. Still it was a good distraction while she shoveled the slop they'd been given into her mouth and tried to swallow it fast enough not to taste it.<br/><br/>Her, mandatory, three glasses of water were sitting in front of her just waiting to wash the nasty taste in her mouth away once the slop was gone.<br/>