“Really bad, huh. Well, to be expected. Starfleet’s not the safest career choice out there.” Clearly, her words didn’t appall him. If anything, Saren appreciated her honesty. “As long as some wild, catastrophic shenanigans don’t start happening every weekend, I’m content.” Don’t jinx yourself, now.
Meanwhile he finished rummaging through the smaller bag; satisfied that nothing seemed to be damaged, he put the now empty container away.
“Hm, didn’t know about that.” Saren nodded slightly, referring to his roommate’s drink. Small talk, he was having a small talk with her. About a beverage, of all things. But it was not so bad, oddly enough. Seems like interactions with humans have rubbed off of him after all… "Your homeworld doesn't exactly associate with warm drinks... Well, on second thought, it does make sense. More than a Romulan in a Starfleet uniform, anyways," he added halfheartedly.
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