The far wall was a long glass-covered counter, empty now. Four long tables with built-in stools running down the sides dominated the space. Three people huddled together in one corner of the room, all poring over the same tablet the size of Hakim’s, empty plates and bowls at their elbows. One lone woman in a white jumpsuit wiped down one of the other tables and the tops of the stools.
“We can fit about a hundred people in here at a time, so we eat in shifts depending on work crew. Shift four’s lunch just ended, but shift one will be having dinner in an hour. The kitchen staff are always busy,” Lars said. He led the way between the two middle tables to the counter.
“Do you grow your own food?” April asked.
“That’s the goal, but we’re not there yet. Reliable food supplies for so many peop
