Bob figures things out

Baffled he sighed, Bob was meant to stay overtime for the night anyway, bad as they may be Talon paid them well. Besides, the base wasn't really too crowded at night so the environment was less stresull for him. He strolled out of the garage, considering that his work project was now out somewhere he can't track it even apparently. Playing with the marker from earlier between his fingers he went to the employee fridge. The night shift had only one downside, it was the security coworkers that didn't respect others property and would pick on his food every time. Thanks to his earlier visitor he was able to get out to eat first for once. He opened the fridge and reached for his container, remembering he still had the marker he decided to give a try and just sign his food, noticing one of his coworker's containers too he smirked and came up with a little practical joke, wondering how they would respond to it, he then signed the other container too.

Bob then retrieved his portion of the food and returned both containers to the fridge and took the seat at the table. It didn't take too long for him to have some company. Luna, one of the mid-ranked security staff entered while stretching and yawning, clearly not noticing Bob at first as her eyes were closed. Thanks to that Bob got a nice view of her body, Luna was well endowed in chest and hips, giving her a slight hourglass frame, that was toned around her athletic stomach that was slightly on display through her uniform. Her blonde ponytail wagged a little as she shook off the yawn and looked around.

"Evening, Bob." She muttered with her Italian accent with a mix of grace and dismissal towards Bob, showing her slightly rich upbringing. She then immediately took a B-line towards the fridge and started ruffling around. Retrieving her container of food, which coincidentally happened to be the one that Bob signed, she looked it over, turned around and looked at Bob. "Mind if I have some of your food, its my favourite." She asks nonchalantly. Bob almost dismissed the notion until he looked up from his meal that she was holding her container with his name on it. Uh oh.

"But it's yours, isn't it?" He asked, a bit scared and fully baffled.

"It clearly has your name on it, so it's yours" She answers sharply.

"Uh...? Yeah sure then, have some." He answers, wondering if thats some kind of practical joke, but still having that weird feeling of Deja-Vu.

Meanwhile Luna opened the container and started to fill her own plate. Bob shook his head out of his confusion, it couldn't be so simple couldn't it? He decided to give it a try and write Bob Wattson's with his marker on the table while Luna was still turned around preparing her food. She then turned back to face Bob and the table, walked up to it, about to sit before stopping, clearly noticing the signature.

"Mind if I sit at your table?" She asked.

"Woah... sure." Answered Bob, slightly baffled by the situation, but things are certainly coming together in his head as he looks at the signature and plays with the marker in his hand...