Fighting for your life. Beverly snorted in dry amusement, feeling a prickly chill course up and down her spine. "I did the fighting for my life thing," she assured. "Once when I was a kid, then later just now. It wasn't that great." But she'd come out of the experience alive, so that was something - only side effects were persistent and probably permanent light sleeping, bad dreams, and a boatload of trauma shared between her and her friends, and none of them wanted to talk about it or address it, and just just thought they could get away with it being A Thing That Happened without ever mentioning again.
But let's not get into all of that, shall we?
She assumed they were coming up on what was the space mall food court - because she definitely saw stands for ice cream in little dot form. Freeze-dried, maybe? And probably snacks in little space tubes - like coffee and other delicious things, but coffee in a tube was definitely what she wanted. "Well, I guess you'll get another rush sampling space food?"