The mess hall is nearly empty. "Perhaps I will use this extra time to view some News Feeds" B'eight says quietly to no one in particular. "I have been curious about the state of thing back land-side"
"It's nothing but gloom and doom" warns a sharp, raspy voice.
B'eight spins around to face the person that could cause such sound. The face there met is unfamiliar.
"Strange," B'eight says tentatively "I don't recognize you, and there aren't that many people on this shift?"
Slow and somewhat strenuously comes the response: "I just transferred, from the engines."
"Oh, there aren't many transfers these days. Good behavior?"
"Something like that." Each word in the reply seems to drag out, as if the act of talking itself is hard work.
"Interesting... Well met, I am B'eight"
There is a pause that goes on slightly past uncomfortable.
"They have been calling me Tenjay."
B'eight begins looking for an exit from the interaction but is not finding an easy opening.
"I am sure we will be seeing each other fairly often if we now share times, Tenjay."
- B'eight turns away quickly and hurries to the ration dispenser
- B'eight continues talking to Tenjay
