Chapter Thirteen
They made their way to the mess hall, which had become a gathering place.
Margot and Gisele were busy preparing something to eat that even smelled like food. Tina hadn’t realised how hungry she was.
“It’s not much,” Margot said, bringing a tray with covered bowls. “The supplies onboard are quite limited.”
Cally lifted one side of the lid and pulled a face. “Not rice again.”
“Well, if you want curry to go with your fake rice, that’s all we’ve got in our kitchen,” Rex said.
“So that’s where it all went,” Margot said.
“We can bring some of it back,” Tina said, but as she said this, she realised that if they returned a significant proportion of the current supplies of the Alethia, their own capability to leave would be in danger.
Tina started eating, but, like some oth
