[Hank sighs, staring into the distance. Staying still is a losing game right now, though; he pushes off from the doorway and walks in a little circle, rubbing his hands over his face. He doesn't try to argue with Firo; he's seen it happen before. That's how people are.]
Maybe there's some kind of- I don't know, storage somewhere. This place is huge. [He gestures to the mess hall.] This room's bigger than my whole fuckin house. There must of been tons of people on this ship and, I don't know shit about space food, maybe there really is enough room in that kitchen to keep enough to feed everyone, but- I don't know. There's got to be something else somewhere.
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[Hank sighs, staring into the distance. Staying still is a losing game right now, though; he pushes off from the doorway and walks in a little circle, rubbing his hands over his face. He doesn't try to argue with Firo; he's seen it happen before. That's how people are.]
Maybe there's some kind of- I don't know, storage somewhere. This place is huge. [He gestures to the mess hall.] This room's bigger than my whole fuckin house. There must of been tons of people on this ship and, I don't know shit about space food, maybe there really is enough room in that kitchen to keep enough to feed everyone, but- I don't know. There's got to be something else somewhere.