"What is that?" Shepard asked regarding the screw driver. It was a curious thing and she'd never seen anything like it before. She had no idea what it was, only that it glowed, apparently, and made a weird noise. She wasn't sure what he was talking about though. Psychic paint. Sangria again. He was using that thing in his hand and she watched as he, supposedly, assessed the room. The Doctor was a curious man, indeed.
She smirked and shook her head, "No, it would appear not. Some of this food . . . haven't had it for a long time. Ship food isn't quite the same and some of the places I've been, they don't really cater to human diets." Some of the stuff that the cook in the mess hall of the Normandy had to make for Garrus or Wrex made her think twice. Varen just didn't sit in the stomach the way a good old fashioned burger did.
She glanced at the table, "Waste not, want not." She took the food into her hands and then went to place it on a nearby table. "We have food, but for how long? I feel like we get one answer and I have a million more. I still want to find out what this ship is running on. Fuel source, how long we have, how it refreshes the air, how it's keeping the artificial gravity . . . too many questions."