Eat

The food isn't appetising, but you are hungry. You chew your way through the fibrous hunk, trying not to gag on the very strong taste. It's extremely chewy, and takes a long time, but it quiets the gnawing in your stomach.

Kistel shoves a bowl of water into your hands. "Drink this, too."

The water is unpleasantly metallic, but it's water. You drink it.

"You got any plans for Dreg today?" Kistel asks Maive.

"Nah. My roster's mostly clear. Do you need it?"

"Krik was talking about needing extra hands in cargo."

"Oh, good timing on this purchase, then. Can you show Dreg where it is?"

"You got it." Kistel grabs your arm, splashing the last of your water everywhere, and pulls you out of the room. They pay no attention on whether you're keeping up or need to be dragged as they head through a maze of corridors, up and down some ramps, and toss you into a massive room filled with crates. "Krik! I brought some help with the cargo!"

Kistel leaves, shutting the door, before Krik appears from behind some crates. Krik is the smallest Chullian on the crew, noticeable for the chunk missing from their right ear, and looks you up and down, unimpressed.

"Of course they'd just send you. It's not like this is important, or anything. Come here, I've got things for you to carry."