She'd already returned the typewriter to default position and started getting bread and meat and cheese out of the fridge, she shrugged at the question, using the whiteboard on the fridge, since it was closer than her notepad: only if you want something else on yours that isn't out yet.
Star was used to making food for a whole platoon, if not a whole army, lining bread up on the paper towels, spreading mayo with one hand and mustard with the other, doing the same with meat and cheese.