Human Edge

The descent and landing had been quite the rude awakening. Felicity had a bruised arm from when she'd slammed sideways a couple feet into the hard metal wall, a headache from the klaxons and a sick feeling in the base of her stomach. All those maneuvers had been nothing like she had ever, ever experienced before. Or wanted to again.

Her first act when she'd finally been permitted to get up, along with the rest of the passengers, was to check the mech bay. Her baby was all fine. It felt like a miracle. The way they secured the mechs, armaments and what not had really held up to the test. She'd heard in there the chatter that they were lucky to be alive. Sure, she'd heard about going missing in misjumps, but dropship landings? Something had either gone weirdly wrong or, more likely, someone had really screwed up. Felicity guessed the latter.

All in all she was not best pleased.

However, none of that changed the fact she needed to eat. With a gloomy expression she'd collected some toast and buttered it. She didn't feel like more. Hope I don't throw up. It had been a battle to keep the contents of her stomach where they were during the landing, but even now it felt like there was an ongoing guerilla fight taking place. Rubbing her tummy, she pushed her tray along with the other hand. She added a cup of water before rubbing her tummy a bit more. The water was quickly downed and the cup topped up.

Colette in the other hand was making sure that the kitchen staff was well and ready for the new mission. It was a rough landing but at least they were alive and in one piece. She smiled as she does when she looks at the bright side of things. The petite chef saw the mech pilot rubbing her tummy and wondered.

"Salut...mademoselle... are you okay?" Colette asked with a smile.

Felicity looked up. She lowered her hand and her cheeks began to heat up. "I-I'm fine. Just feeling a little off after that rough landing." At least it was only the seemingly nice chef lady, Colette, that had noticed her like this. It was hard to keep up the usually required aura and swagger as a mechwarrior. Harder for Felicity. If others began considering her weak then it'd make her life and prospects in the unit abysmal.

She forced herself to straighten up and smile. "Good morning Miss Rupelle."

Colette nodded. "Well, seems like we had a very rough landing. Not many like ze rambling and shaking of ze ship. I made special blend of tea for zose who are dizzy and feel a bit off." Colette giggled. "Do you want some?"

In moments she was nodding. "Please." The promise of something warm and perhaps stomach settling was almost too good to be true.

Colette skipped back to the kitchen to get some of the tea. It was a citrus blend with hints of herbs. She also brought some honey if the girl wanted to sweeten it. "I hope this helps." She nodded..

"Eehm, thank you again. Merci." She voiced back, accepting the tea. She lifted it for a sniff. Still a little too hot. In her mind she debated a bit of honey.

"Everyone in Echo okay?" She asks, making sure the scientific group were alright after the rough landing.

"De rien... buen provecho." She giggled since she had heard Felicity speak a bit of Spanish here and there. Then the question about the research team. "They are fine... a bit rattled but fine." She smiled. "I just hope that the equipment wasn't broken it will make the in site testing quite difficult."

The effort didn't go unnoticed and Colette earned herself a big happy smile from Felicity. It was the first Spanish she'd heard in months.

"Fingers crossed, yea?"

She tried a little of her tea now. Still a bit too hot. She rubbed her lips together before blowing into the mug a few times.

"Can I ask what your role is in Echo Company, Miss Rupelle?"

"Official title is cook. Unofficially morale." She giggled. "But I have a variety of talents that might surprise people."