In a way, the mess hall is the most familiar scene so far to York. Many times in his life he's done this -- you get your food off the line and wander looking for a free place to sit because you don't know anyone. Most people would be struggling not to look awkward as they searched but York appears casual as he scans the crowded room. He sees Tex and L but doesn't recognize her, and he isn't looking her way when she speaks. Her voice is what makes him glance over. He'd just been with her, he knows that voice.

"...Tex..?" He's never seen her out of her armor before. Never, not once. She never ate with them, never used their locker room, nothing. But now they're both in their ship-issued uniforms and he considers calling Delta out to confirm that it's her, though he's not sure how the AI would know better than he does. He's never seen her out of her armor either.

York comes over, setting his tray down across from Tex and her strangely posed friend. "Seems like the same cat dragged us both. How long have you been here?"