The first half of Dawn Squad's shift was over. They'd worked hard, as they always did, and Ronnie felt rather pleased. She made a point of trying to have a meal with her fellows, just so she could get to know them a little better outside of work. Today, she'd invited Ginny to join her in the dining hall for their midday meal. Midnight meal? Even after turns of being a wherhandler, Ronica still wasn't sure which terms were the best to use regarding the activities of the nocturnal denizens of the Weyr.
Ronnie grabbed some food and a table. Honestly, she never knew if any of the squadmates she invited would actually take her up on her offer to eat meals with her, and she had been stood up more than a few times. But she had high hopes for Ginny. Although perhaps that was wishful thinking. She seemed like the sort of person Ronica could really get along with, and she did hope they'd become friends.
While she waited, Ronnie started half humming, half singing to herself as she daintily picked at her food and people-watched.