<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;">**Olivia**</span><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Actually, yes, I am here to get a basic, single person grocer package.” He affirmed, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet which was thick from security access cards, which he was granted for his tasks around the colony. Clumsily he fumbled with the small synthetic leather fold, dropping it as the security cards spilled out like a game of fifty-two pickup.<br/>“Bullocks...” He cursed, kneeling down to scoop them off the hard tile floor, shuffling them back into random slots without any hint of organization.<br/><br/>He stood once more, giving a sigh of slight frustration before shaking it off and holding the ticket out to the woman. “Sorry, it’s been a long day.” He said, waiting for her to pluck of the ticket from him.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Olivia beamed at the scientist, or at least she thought he must be since he was wearing a lab coat. She realized she probably looked foolish with such a large grin and feeling herself flush nervously, brushed her black hair back behind her right ear.  As he fumbled, his wallet spilling onto the ground, she wanted to come to his aid but before she even could step from behind the counter, he'd collected the cards and stood back up. So when he commented on his day she only nodded and took his ticket.<br/><br/>"Yes, I understand. It's been rough lately...if you could do anything to right now to relax, what would you do?" She asked him while she deposited his ticket into the collection box and retrieved a warn, small cloth sack with the single person rations inside. Then she returned her full attention to him setting the bag on the counter between them.