Jack chuckles softly, "cramped, those fighters really weren't made with comfort as a primary design goal. But it was fast and that's the most important thing at the moment. My vision is degrading much faster than I first anticipated", Jack frowns, "the worse it gets, he more powerful I need to make my glasses' HUD projection which in turn accelerates the degradation of my sight. Hopefully you can help me with that though", Jack gives Jefferson a small smile.
It's a vicious circle with those things. But yes, after you recover from the flight we can scan your eyes for sizes and ill get the new ones made as soon as possible. But for now, shall we head to the canteen? You must be hungry.
He walks to the door pushing the open button the door hissing as it decompressirises again sliding open, Paul walking out with Jack behind him, the door closing itself after. After a couple minuites and a short trip in a elevator they arrive at a seemingly identical door to the rest, pushing the door as it decompressed releasing a hypnotically beautiful smell of food. Once the door opens it reveals a large room with a mouthwatering array of hot food.
"Help yourself, it's all free. I've already told the crew of your coming, they'll be happy to help, have what you want. Now of you don't mind..."
He grins and walks to the food getting a tray selecting some food for himself then going to a table with room for Jack to join in as he decides what to eat first.
Jack collects a tray from the table and looks over the food. He stares at the table for a while, a bit overwhelmed by the choice of food becore him. He does not recognize most of the food on offer, some fruits and vegetables, meats from animals he did not realize. Eventually he shrugs and takes a carrot and an apple.
After filling his plate he moves over to sit with Dr Jefferson at the table. "This is quite a spread you have here", Jack says as he sits down, "beats he selection on the Graf Zeppelin by a long shot. It's always chicken and synth paste, day in, day out. I don't know why everyone in Kusari likes that stuff", Jack mutters, "I can't stand it."
Jack takes his knife and cuts the apple in to four equal pieces, "there are apples as well, but I seem to be the only one that ever eats them". Jack finishes cutting his apple and eats one of the pieces, "beats Synth paste any day of the week", he grins.
"Aye, I can't stand synth paste either.. And yes, variety is the spice of life, and plenty to eat keeps this lot happy.."
He chuckles slightly before continuing.
"The secret to a effective ship is straight through the crew's stomachs.. It's slightly different each day, depending what the cooks order, I don't know what half this stuff is either.. but as long as it tastes good and keeps this lot happy, I'm happy."
He lets out a satisfied sigh after he finishes his food, waiting for Jack to finish his before speaking again.
Jack stands up and fumbles in his pocket for a moment, "where...did...ahh, there it is". As he sits back down again he passes a datapad to Jefferson, "Ms Stewart beat you to it I'm afraid, she scanned my eyes while I was on Ames. Dr Marco was supposed to make the prosthetics but he seemed...distracted, that's when your pilot showed up. All the data should be on that datapad, it all looks like giberish to me though."
He takes the data pad and inspects it for a miniute.
"Hmm.. Oh she olny scanned their condition not the sizes.. And bescides the equipment here is in better condition than that on Ames.. That stuff gets a lot of wear and tear, so shall we go get those sizes sorted?"