SCIENCE RUN

Griel half-shambled, half-fell, into the kitchen compartment. He managed to not spill his coffee all over himself, and he stood up straight quickly. There was already someone there, fiddling with some tools. She didn't seem too bothered by the chaotic movements of the bus.

"Hey girl."

Loz turned around, startled.

"What are you doing." Griel stated, his morning monotone incapable of forming a question.

"Breakfast!" Loz declared, pointing at the frying pan at the stove. "Only, there are no eggs, and the stove won't start... again."

Griel opened the nearest cabinet, and found a half loaf of stale whole wheat bread. He took one slice, dipped it into his coffee, and crammed it in his mouth. Then he offered the rest of the loaf to Loz.

"Here," he muffled. "It's no toast, but it'll do." Then he wandered off.