Snippet #2579316

The Qi echoed nicely, so Zasha had caught most of the Captain's speech. Space spiders? Kakogo cherta? Did those really exist? Assuming they did, which seemed the safest method for now, she would keep her guns close. No spiders would be interfering with her engines, and if they did she'd swiftly dispose of them.

Picking up her things again, she went back to the main area and listened as the other crew (or passengers?) questioned the Captain. She wasn't quite sure who was who, yet. Zasha didn't want to interrupt, but her belly was empty--it frequently was--and was demanding sustenance. Best to ask, then, just in case someone was picky about using the facilities. Once everyone else had their questions answered, she inserted her own.

"Do you mind if I put together a stroganov in the dining hall?" She looked around the room, hoping no one was too picky when it came to food. "I can make plenty enough to share, and it should be ready by the time we're off-planet." Usually ships had the supplies for a sort of substituted version of her ma's recipe, and she'd brought a few spices with her to make sure it wasn't bland as many dishes in the Blank became. If she was lucky, while they shared a meal others might start to introduce themselves. She'd rather choose a roommate than get stuck with one, and this was the best way she could think of to figure that out, as well as to pinpoint who she was working with versus who were just passengers.