[Nodding, she looks into her locker once again. After some digging under clothes and a makeup bag, she spots her communicator. That will come in useful, she thinks, and seeing it puts her in an even better mood.]

Well, what doesn't taste gross in the kitchens, then? [She's starving, and as she turns around to face her new little friend, she taps at her chin to think over what her first meal here should be.]

I could really go for some chips right about now. There better be a batch somewhere on board this thing, or there's gonna be a problem.