If she had ever been fussy about food and such, Susan didn't remember it; those months spent living in the wastelands, in the filthy, decrepit excuse for a Hospital had probably quashed anything like that. After all, when you lived in a ruined building with minimal water to drink and nothing but hospital food to eat, things like 'free range eggs' and 'organically grown' became either erroneous or down right laughable. It was all just about survival now.

Susan laughed lightly, nodding her head, "Ah, I see your sense of humour is in good form tonight," she said, picking up the teaspoon. "Just sugar, for the record," she gestured to the powdered milk, "I heard that stuff gives you cancer. Then again, if you're gonna get cancer it'd be from all that nuclear fallout, so a little powered milk probably won't do any harm." Gallows humour had become something of s staple nowadays, maybe it was part of the human condition; after the initial pain of something passed or at least lessened somewhat, the next stage was to laugh it off in a way, to lighten things up in any way possible. The world was the way it was after all, there was no way to change it now, no way to wave a wand and get back what they'd lost as a civilisation. They had to move forwards, and a little black humour never hurt anyone.

Despite her words, Susan avoided the powdered milk, going for a black coffee with a couple of lumps of sugar in it, the staple of the Medlab coffee making facilities. It wasn't that she particularly liked it, but she was used to it, and so drank it out of habit more than anything. Sipping the beverage and making a brief face as she burnt her tongue on the hot liquid, Susan looked around then bar and then at Aiden, "So there's really been no trouble? I was expecting an angry mob at the gates to be honest."