Danielle was expecting the guy to be furious at her for poking him in a sensitive area, but she was met with the words 'fractured' and 'fucking ribs'. The lieutenant was recommending she should try something along the lines of a unique mac and cheese, but her poking had interrupted it. The dude didn't look at all annoyed. The majority of his expression was that of pain, and excruciating pain at that. Had I poked an injury I thought was minor, but was actually major? Did his scuffle with his platoon been that serious? she thought, recollecting the talk with the Captain on the main deck yesterday. He had poked him in the same place, but then, she thought he was overly sensitive to people punching him in that area. Danielle assumed it was a guy thing, having a few guy friends herself who always took an open opportunity to wrestle another to the point of tapping out.<br/><br/>She watched the man grab an apple from the basket above the buffet trays and forced out a soft, yet angry whisper,<em>"Get your damn food!" </em>She stepped out of the way and almost was knocked over into an adjacent table as the man passed. She watched him walk to a secluded spot at a table near the end of the mess hall. His back was turned as he sat down and Danielle couldn't read his expression from that far. Had the location where she poked been an injury similar to that of bruises or fractured ribs? LT. Phoenix did mouth those words under her breath as he recoiled from the tiny poke. Danielle couldn't help but feel guilty at her uncalled-for prod at his side.<br/><br/>Even as she turned to put food on her food tray, she kept looking back at the lieutenant, hoping he was alright and wondered if his injury had been doctored. Grabbing a piece of lasagna and a salad with a bottle of water, she made her way to the lieutenant's table with a spare food tray in hand. Danielle sat opposite the lieutenant and, concerned more for the man rather than her food and her rumbling belly, she asked as gently as she could,<strong>"Are you okay?"</strong>