Outreach

The Mako-class didn't have much of a canteen, but Hari-G055 was counting on that. She was counting on Owain feeling pushed to begrudgingly sit with his new mentor - to chat, to talk some. 
She could see there were things he still wasn't over - saw it in how he carried himself, in his flinches on the firing range. In his clenched jaw when the shots missed. Fajardo hadn't fixed everything, but maybe she could still-
Owain strode in. Grabbed a meal pack from the heater, sat himself to one side. 
Stared blankly at the Ops monitor. 
Ate, silently.
Well. Maybe tomorrow.
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