Spoiler: SHOW
Grumbling, you sit yourself down at a table (clearly, it used to be bolted to the floor, and the hold thing is somewhat tilted) and start eating.
You immediately stop, and pull the bar away from you, staring suspiciously at the wrapper. It doesn't take a thing like a burrito. It tastes more like... chicken. It says burrito, though. These ration bars must be as shitty as the service here. Glaring at no one in particular, you slowly begin chewing again.
...at least, until someone slides into the seat across from you with no less than two ration bars. This is the person that was behind you, you think - and, who you think you overheard begging the serving lady for extra rations. She has large bangs, straight dirty-blonde hair, and bright eyes behind a pair of glasses - she looks startlingly young, especially compared to everyone else you've seen here. You stare at her blankly, chewing with all the grace and beauty of a cow.
"Hi!" she says, breaking the silence as she rips into one of her ration bars. You glance at the wrapper: avacado salad. It smells like potato chips. "You're one of the new guys out of cryo, right?" she asks, around a mouthful of food. "I have a bunch of questions to ask you. They said you did nonstop combat sims for the past ... how many years? Multiple years, at least, is what I heard. That's incredible!" She takes another large bite of her potato chip bar, and then pauses for a moment. She wiggles around a little. Her chair rocks under her. "...what?" she mouths, looking down. After a moment, she ducks under the table completely. You'e just making up your mind to look under the table to see what she's doing when she pops up again. "Okay, that's better. How are you feeling? And what was cryo like? My combat sim record was twenty-seven hours straight."