#conv: serra

Lab assistance was one of Feriel’s favourite things to do. Since they had joined the army, they didn’t have much time to do anything related to biology and chemistry and they found themself missing it at times. Spending time around the lab meant they could learn about what was happening in there, and sometimes even lend an extra pair of eyes to whoever was using the installations. 

Some time had happened for everyone to come to terms with the results of the vote, and to say they had been pretty smug about it was an understatement. Honestly, they hadn’t believed the option to continue as planned was even going to be on the table by the looks of everyone, but apparently some people on the ship had more nerve than they had initially thought. Serra was one of them. Feriel was convinced that she was set and ready to take them home, but even though she wasn’t fully convinced to continue exactly as planned, at least she wanted to keep going. That was a positive mark in their books. 

“So, curly-”, they said, entering the mess hall and sitting cross legged on the table. “Taking a break or still on duty?”