Kotomi slowly turned back to face her own table, wordlessly inviting him to eat on her table. For an introvert having lived in a highly gregarious society, suddenly being alone and without books was a change she took time getting used to.

She lifted another small taco to bite, crunching the cooked mincemeat and greens bathed in spices, munching it with satisfaction. As she chewed as demurely as those meals allowed, she reminded herself to invite companions to eat from this place.

"I know," Kotomi said, "it just that the solar system I came from is not a peaceful one. It is imperative to keep one's guard in there, especially in the outer colonies."

Cities where hearing gunshots in the distance was not all that strange.

She turned her eyes up to Jack, face looking young in spite of her long purple hair and bobbles with pigtails, and pushed the table to share the meal with him.

"Do you want some?"