[Tapping her roll on the table (some habits are impossible to quit, even knowing better), Jacky beamed at Lara.] It is! The head of the mess--you'll meet him soon enough--always despairs over getting people who don't know how to cook, but I think they do a bang up job!

[Shovelling a healthy portion of grub into her maw, she swallowed before asking:] Where're you from, Lara? North of London?