<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Del, a woman in her twenties with dark skin and hair running down most the length of her back sat at one of the tables with her food still untouched and steaming, lost in her little world listening to her music. It took a slight shove of someone walking past to break her back into reality. She looks around the mess hall spotting the other pilots in a variety of other activities -resting, eating, exercising, gun maintence...nothing out of the ordinary giving the situation they were in.<br/><br/>She pulls out the buds from her ears and tucks it into her pocket realising just how hungry she was and starts tucking into the rice and gravy on her plate. Her eyes lift from her plate as she spots Javier putting a crate down on the table and a slight smile comes to her face hearing the sound of glass bottles clink inside it. <strong>"Javier...you read my mind."</strong> She reaches for the bottle from his hand and pops the top off.<br/><br/>  </span></div>