Destiny Status: Light 2 - 2 Dark<br/><br/>"I will think on it."  Baldirc answered at the offer of help.  He stood and motioned towards the infirmary.  "You should see the food line.  Come back after you have rested."<br/><br/><br/>The food line was a crudely built cafeteria in a bit of a clear area.  There were a few benches and tables of scrap metal, and a single stove with a series of bubbling pots on it.  The food seemed to be neither soup nor porridge, but something in between that tasted of dirt and mushrooms.  A Bothan was working the stove, occasionally stirring the pot and ladling out bowls full of the sludge.<br/><br/>The infirmary was a single room with six beds in it.  On the far wall was a sink with an overhead water storage tank and a number of cupboards, none locked.  A medical droid, or rather the top half of a medical droid, rested on a cart.  It was still active, its head turning to stare at them as they entered.  It let out a beeping whistle as it spotted Miria, and lifted an arm that ended in a number of medical implements.  Its other hand motioned for her to approach.<br/><br/>If she did, it went to work.  It lacked anesthetic or much of anything else useful, but was skilled at what it did.<br/><br/>OOC: If she lets the droid work, she can lose the critical but gain 6 strain.