Elysa cocked an eyebrow as she took in the sight of the kitchen table. She marvelled at the amount of purchases her new mechanic had made, and wondered if perhaps she was paying the girl too much. She remained silent though, declining the offer with a shake of her head and moving to the cupboards. Elysa preferred a strong black coffee, especially this time of the day. All those years off-world had changed her sleeping patterns; she usually relied on caffine to keep her on track. Even if it did taste like grit.
"You'll run outta room in your bunk, if you keep going at that rate", she said, gesturing to the hoard while she waitied for her coffee to boil.