'If I wasn't such an old lady I could probably have thought up something better... but it's nothing really.' Honestly compared to just about everyone she had met here, Morgana might as well have been from another damn planet, but it didn't really matter, did it?

'Friends don't let friends eat... interesting commissary food straight out of their sick bed.' she was smiling again, but it was more relaxed now, not like she was about to bound out of her seat and start singing a-la a Disney movie.

Morgana fiddled with the top button on her jumpsuit, tugging at it like she might have tugged a pendant in a time where fashion was far from a crime.

'I really am glad you're okay,' if a bit modified. 'I'd hate to lose another friend, even one I don't know half as well as I should like.'