A busy night, what was effectively a second night's sleep, and an hour or so of measuring the Sun Room with long strides all meant that by the time the cafeteria doors opened, Taura was ravenous.  Not   starving -- she knew what starving felt like.  It was a big point in this place's favor, as prisons went.

She stacked a tray with some of almost everything.  (Who ate soy protein by  choice?  That was reserved for rat bars that needed to be so vile that the soldiers didn't eat them  before it was an emergency.). Then she found a friendly face in the crowd and dropped her loaded  tray down across from him with a light thunk.  

"Howdy, TK.  How's life treating you?"