[It's a perfect day for everyone to just happen to come into the dining hall, isn't it? Rin as a rule doesn't spend much time here, seemingly preferring to collect their meals and retreat with them to another part of the ship rather than eat in public, with the exception of the one holiday party. They've still got to access the synthesizers, though, which pries them up and out of hiding.
But the miserable smell of fermentation and the sharp burn of ethanol stops them dead in the doorway, their nose wrinkling with the assault. Do they want to step in?
... Not really. But Saverem is looking... kind of inert, over there. Worryingly so, even.]
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But the miserable smell of fermentation and the sharp burn of ethanol stops them dead in the doorway, their nose wrinkling with the assault. Do they want to step in?
... Not really. But Saverem is looking... kind of inert, over there. Worryingly so, even.]
Are you dead?