"Hey Poros, what's this about? Usually when you do an invite, you ask me to bring you food in your quarters."
The corner booth at one of the Green Zone's busiest casual dining places felt different than their usual spots. Even when she was the one asking to hang out when they were off duty, she picked spots that weren't nearly as packed. Naia glanced around uncomfortably at the other patrons.
Most were the 'lucky' residents that were chosen first for the greatest chance of survival. Sticking themselves in the Confluence like this meant that the threat of chaotic space was no longer a concern… though a lot of the other details about what sustained their lives there went unknown.
'Reminding them too much of the alternate risks and destabilizing the society developing here is not something Command wants. Always a plan. Always some control.'