Dr. Henry bowed to the companion and kissed her hand.  "Of course Princessa, those food rations aren't for you.  You'll have whatever meals you desire within reason, as part of your rent payments on the shuttle."  He said, discreetly yet theatrically handing Sven a 50 credit note.  "However, the rest of the crew and I will be eating the goods I acquired from our supplier."  Albertus picked up the blackened, mushy apple and bit off part of the flesh, pushing it down his throat.  He giggled a bit and took another bite.  "Still quite full of nutrients and calories, possibly more than if it had been frozen.  More importantly, with sufficient quantities of water, it should be perfectly healthy, or at least prepare our constitutions for the kind of fare you find out in the rawer edges of the verse."  Dr. Henry nodded and smiled, carefully containing a grimace as he took another bite from the rotten apple.<br/><br/>"Only the core worlds have the resources to waste food like you're thinking of doing."  Dr. Henry scolded, already feeling the apple affecting him adversely.  "That's a fundamental flaw with the alliance, even if it's present in one degree or another in nearly all political systems."  Dr. Henry said, adopting the familiar tones of a professor giving a lecture in something he was utterly unqualified to talk about.  "The haves rule over the have nots, while lacking understanding of the basic lifestyle of their subjects."  Albertus huffed, patting Sabine on the shoulder with his clean hand as he walked to the water dispenser and poured himself a glass of water.  "I don't mean to offend our guest, of course."  He said apologetically, drinking down nearly half the glass at once before taking a bite out of the crumbling apple, more drinking it than eating it.  "The browncoat rebellion was just as poorly intentioned, and quite doomed to failure from the start."  He said softly, leaning back to cover up the rolling of his eyes as he finished off the glass of water and poured himself another.