It was a running Mystery how Moira could be so chipper in the morning, and yet have a hair trigger. Something the Nuggets learned very quickly when they stepped aboard the<em>Musashi</em>. Everymorning, Moira would greet them warmly as they shuffled in for their breakfast, or dinner depending on the shift, and handing a warm plate full of delicious food. The UMEC food Machine that was present on other UNCN ships had been installed when the<em>Musashi</em>was absorbed into the fleet. However, the only thing it was used for was recycling the old food. It was never allowed to actually serve the meal as Moira always stated that it was the personal touch that made her food so much better than the rest of the fleet. A sentiment that anyone that tried her cooking would hartily agree with.<br/><br/>This morning was no different than any other. She handed out trays to the awaiting crew with a happy warm smile. Two of her assistants were taking in the old used trays, and disposing of the garbage, and cleaning the plates, and silverware to be used again. Though as Laura came through the line looking distracted with her tablet, Moira couldn't help but tease her a bit. "Good morning, Dearie. I heard you "helped" the XO back to her Cabin two nights ago after the party, and didn't come out till the following morning." Moira cooed suggestively. Smirking as she knew that would get a rise out of the rather socially awkward Lt.<br/><br/>Though as Pater came through, Moira gave him a smile like she did everyone else, and handed him his tray of food. She tried to make his food more for his body type rather than standard Earth. She didn't want anyone going hungry if she could have done something to prevent that. "Here you go Doctor." She stated warmly. Showing him the "Den Mother" Persona the belied a Scottish bear trap that would snap down on anyone that would earn her Ire.<br/><br/>"Moira, you got a call from the simulators. The CAG is requesting your "Special Elixer, British Style, and some "Wake-up" Pills" One of the young female assistants called out to Moira. The Woman let out a sigh. "A mother's job is never done." She chuckled before turning to another girl. "Sarah, can you please take a pot of Earl-Gray to the simulators with some scones, and stop by Medical for some Aspirin." Moira requested warmly. "Yes Ma'am!" the young girl stated smartly before trotting off to do exactly what she was asked.