[Something familiar, now - a tinny and blue smell, like nothing she's ever smelled before except maybe once. She closes her eyes against the little test tube worlds and tries to remember. Somewhere close, the oddest sense of deja vu, she wonders if maybe, just maybe--]

[Noise. Mira's talking. Distraction. But maybe she should focus. Mira is important, too.]

[Her eyes open, narrowed against the sensation of steam against her cornea. She grins again.]

I'm not taking you off kitchen duty. You can take on another task if you want it, but I don't know that you need it.

We haven't talked much. Which is funny, considering we've both been here quite a while.

I'll take that tea, thank you. We used to drink tea in the army hot and sweet and milky. Called it saloop. It's full of memories.

[She will remember.]