Trunks had pulled out his own omniband, setting it on the table and scrolling through the profiles. Also information on the ship Arethusa which they were now crew-members of. Finishing his own food quickly enough, then thinking while he finished his tea. "Seems like we're a ship with a lot of combat-potential, at least for defense and quick strikes. Wonder what that means for the kind of missions we'll be given."

Murmured half-to-himself, then looking up to see what progress she had made. "Is food helping any?" Standing and placing his dirty dishes down a hole labeled Wash and Sanitation-Dishes.