Amelia and Gura sat together in the mess hall during lunch. They sat in silence as they ate.
"So why did she pull you out anyway?" Gura asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Remember how you had to go out into the great ocean and when you came back you needed to scream, that."
"Oh," Amelia let herself focus back on her newly made friend's face, "the commander had me fix the outer hull. Apparently we've been attracting a large amount of damage in the past week or so. Of course, she was a total nightmare, but its my damn job so I can handle all the sass she can give me, even *though I'm 100% percent over qualified for this damn job, and in any just world, I'D BE THE ONE IN CHARGE OF HER!"
Halfway through her explanation Amelia completely lost it. Her excess anger and bitterness spilled out in front of her, Gura, and the third occupent of the mess hall, the department ordered therapist and her problem number two, Ninomae Ina'is.
Ina'is calmly stood up, walked over to the pair's table, and promptly dragged Amelia out of the mess hall.
"Ow! Ow! Dammit Gura, help me!"
Gura stared at her and continued to sip her coffee as the door snapped shut behind them.