<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">A tongue darted out, licking full lips in anticipation. Steam wafted upwards, bringing heat and the delicious scent of cooked meat and vegitables. There was a low moan of delight before the woman took her first, full bite of the meal. <br/><br/><em>'That's the stuff,'</em> she thought, closing her eyes. She grinned as she chewed. Too long, she had been on the road. Her clothes were dusty from travel and face brown from sun. But she was alive, she was well, and she was now filling her belly full of hot food. What more could she ask for? She tore a piece of the bread off and dipped it in the gravy, sopping it up. As she did so, the door opened. One traveller, then another entered. The city was starting to get some life back into it- the good kind of life. She nodded in approval and curly brown locks fell over her shoulder. An aggitated hand brushed them back and she tore into her meal. <br/><br/>A casual glance upward noted their position and their drink of choice. Those same brown eyes glanced down to her weapon of choice: a very unassuming shovel. The sight of her silent companion set her at ease and she picked up her cup of water to take a sip. She wouldn't be here long; it was just a  stop before heading to the new base.</span>