Assiah was in the mess hall, with the food crackers, some Nutella and her e-reader. As much as she could handle MREs and ration packs, a little chocolately spread went a long way. One of the DRDs came over, inspecting the knife and she let it analyze the sample. "See? Not flesh-eating acid or a bomb." She smudged a little on the probe-arm and it went away in a outraged beeping huff.