The mess hall was quite wide. It might been wider than two rooms combined. It was Samantha who was wheeling him into the room. Riez was alongside Sanders, Jefferson, and Vall who John could recognize at first glance. Riez appeared to be cupping both sides of his face appearing to be unhappy. Sander was jabbing her fork at the egg appearing to be concerned of Riez. There were others getting their breakfast from the replicator using a wide blocky card. Star Fleet was still in the process of deciding to have vocal recognition to the replicator or having the card with the information of the food. She wheeled him toward the replicator line.
"Christine!" Nyota said.
"Your hair," Samantha gasped. "So curly and magnificent."
"My hair-" Her eyes widened as she padded along the curls of her head. "Oh shit."
"That's her unnatural hair." John said, jokingly.
"Pardon me." Nyota said, brushing past the two taking a orange card with her.
"You look cute!" Samantha called.
"Jokes aside," John said. "I really think she doesn't like her curly hair."
"Why?" Samantha said.
"Honestly, have you seen any women with black curly hair on duty?" John asked.
". . . No." Samantha said.
"It is messy and it gets in the way for her station," John said,folding his arms. "I assume,-" He shrugged. "-I don't see how but it does."
Samantha frowned.
"That's not true." Samantha said.
"She thinks it is true," John said. "Do you know how god awful that is?"
"Terrible." Samantha said.
"I want to you to tell her otherwise, and give a good hard reason why she shouldn't straighten her hair out." John said, turned to his sister's direction. "Be a woman and actively encourage her to be proud of her hair!" Samantha darted through the doors leaving John behind, calling Nyota's name. John was proudly smiling at his accomplishment. "She always fall for that encouragement."
John wheeled himself forward in line.