Worvin nodded. “We use this model on all ships with unknown species. It measures what you need in your bloodstream and guesses at what is required. Those are what it offers you as a selection.”
Nat smiled. “That will make a change from the rations I have been eating.”
He perked up. “You have rations? That would make it easier to calibrate the unit.”
Nat went to the storage locker where he had placed her bags. She pulled out one of the ration bars that her mother made and handed it to him.
“Here you go. It is the one thing my mom can cook.”
He smiled and then caught on to the fact she wasn’t smiling. “You are serious.”
“Yup. I started cooking when I was twelve. It was self-defence.”
He chuckled and took the bar, moving to the machine and slicing off a piece. He fed it into the side of the dispenser and set an analysis program.
