Snippet #2397156

Around the corner Marcus cast a cool, casual glance over his shoulder, checking to see if someone was following him until his stomach grumbled. Right, he hadn't eaten for a while. In all his efforts to fit in he had just forgotten to. Well, storage and sleeping could wait until he was tired. Right now he needed food. His path changed, turning back on the intersection in search of a map, or any cafeteria on the ship.

Cafeterias had one thing he liked. Well, two. They had food but more importantly they had people. A beer in the right hands could be your best friend. The corners of his mouth quirked ever so slightly up, making him look even more like a smug prat than he already did. Yes, food and alcohol seemed like a good idea. He made a mental note to buy booze at their next stop in case he couldn't find any on the ship.