"Hey, hey, hey," objects a passing human, catching her by the elbow and steadying the bowl of chocolate pudding with its hand. "What did the food do to you, kid?"

Bel, at least, assumes this weird green person is a kid-- she certainly doesn't show any age she might have-- but lets its voice snap in irritation all the same. Sure, in a sanely designed spaceship or station, throwing out food isn't that much of a waste, the organic compounds recycled into growing vat meat or fertilizing hydroponics, but it's pretty sure that this ship is not sanely designed, and that this might be the best food they'll get all month.