Jal smiled, mirth twinkling in her eyes as she mooched a handful of popcorn from the large steel bowl that held the puffs, then, popping the nodules into her mouth one at a time, she used her free hand to pick up one vidchip next to the projector, plugging it into the unit and setting the projector to remain paused until the other girls got out of the shower. "So, Aren. Speaking as a person, not as CO of this motley crew of misfits, nutjobs, and borderline lesbians..."<br/><br/>She paused, trying to stifle a grin for a moment, but failed. "Know where I can get some spare clothes? My stuff is coming via the 'usual transfer method' which means that I had to get here, Post-haste, but my personal effects will take at least a week to show up. Also, I hope you like classics. This movie was supposedly made in the year.... Nineteen-Seventy nine."