<strong>Lynn (Passenger) - Space Sprocket - at the captain`s table</strong><br/><br/>Lynn had been purposefully studying the grain of the table, avoiding making eye contact with those seated around her. The young doctor's brow lifted, however, at the invitation to drink, and her digits drummed happily against the table's edge. She wasted little time in flagging down a waitress and ordering a double of the house whiskey. Lynn nursed the beverage far more delicately then she dissected her meal, roughly tearing her roll and digging in to the three bean chili with voracious zeal that betrayed her huger. Some may have balked at her decision to forgo animal protein when offered a genuine meal, but she had her reasons.<br/><br/>She continued shovel in the odd bite as the captain reiterated the route discussed earlier. The only surprise in the itinerary was the possibility of a prolonged stay at Bellerophon, the reasons for which caused the latest bite of bread to catch in her throat. She coughed the piece of roll lose as subtly as could be managed, but her social misstep caused a slight tint of pink to color her cheeks. When the call for any further questions was made, she simply gave a sheepish shake of her head.