Late Afternoon Snack

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Who: McKay
Where: Medical Facility: Kitchen #1
When: Day 20, late-afternoon, immediately after 'Late-afternoon Awakening'
Invited: Isabel, anyone
Status: Complete

Hunger.

Granted, the astrophysicist had eaten a decently large breakfast, eggs, bacon, multiple cups of coffee, but the lure of the kitchen is a siren's song. Rodney and the Doctor had pretty much been at work on the now no-longer functionning temporal bubble generator (a new name will be given to it, undoubtedly), and the idea of food was, indeed, a good one. Add to that the necessity of eating every couple of hours, and the decision was made.
Wandering into the cafeteria, having not been invited to the various administrative meetings, which was perfectly fine with him, he looked around briefly before heading directly to the refrigerator. Might as well deal with the perishables before cracking cans of soup and whatnot, right?

McKay opened the refrigerator door, not taking notice right off the bat of the crying blonde at the sink. Only when the door is closed and a covered bowl of something as of yet unidentified by the scientist is pulled does he notice.

He paused a moment, bowl in hand, the hesitation seemingly almost awkward. "Want some?" The sharing of food, even if he didn't yet know what it was seemed a good idea. Clearing his throat, Rodney straightened. Here he was, in the presence of a hot blonde, and he'd been working on high level temporal physics that no one on this planet could begin to comprehend... there's a certain level of pride (and arrogance) that caused his shoulders to roll, and there came a certain bit of a swagger into his tones. "I'm sure I'll get us out of here if that's what's wrong. With the Doctor's help, that is... but-but-but mostly me. Not as if I haven't had problems like this before... Well, not quite like this, but close. Granted, I didn't have to deal with... well, okay, yes, yes I have. It's just..." Okay, he was babbling...

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[Isabel] A distinctly second-class nerd

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Isabel ignored the man who came into the kitchen until he started talking to her, which surprised her. She figured word of her encounter with Claire must have spread by now, so why would anybody want to try to be friendly?

She turned and studied this man more carefully. Receding dark hair, a physique that didn't speak of hard work and physical exercise on a regular basis. He stammered his way through a vain attempt to cheer her up, completely missing the reason why she was upset.

Not that it wouldn't be nice to get out of here, but...

"I've eaten, thanks," Isabel said, waving a hand vaguely at the steaming pan of soup on the hob. She peered at the bowl the man was holding and turned her nose up. "I reckon you're better off with some soup than that stuff. Here."

She picked up a bowl, warmed it with a wave of her hand, and ladled some soup into it.

"My name's Isabel," she said, offering the bowl. "You think you can get us off this island?"