Getting her equipment issued and tested took up the whole morning. Napoleon led her back to her room and as he opened the door, she sniffed - something smelled delicious.
"I hope you like Chinese food - and don't mind a working lunch."
April saw several take-out containers on the table and wondered where they had come from since Napoleon had been with her all morning,
"I love Chinese food, thank you. And a working lunch sounds fine."
Whoever had left the food was obviously someone who knew Napoleon's preferences well. The first part of lunch was mostly silent.