Tayrey can appreciate that pragmatic caution over the food, and gives her an approving nod.

'Lieutenant Arilanna Tayrey,' she offers in return. 'Peace and prosperity to you.' There's no offered handshake, but only because Zivia's hands are full, and it's hardly polite to inconvenience her.

'How are you finding it?' she asks, as delicately as she's able. Tayrey has come to understand that all of them who arrive here do so from the verge of death. For her, it was an escape from horrific imprisonment, but the older woman wasn't aboard that nightmare ship. She might feel differently.