(Rena) Hesitantly, Rena slides a bowl of rice over to herself and eyes it rather warily. Still, picking up a utensil, she toys with it as the good smells and steam waft lazily up from the bowl toward her. Glancing at Nissa, glad for the distraction, the girl offers a smile: "Oh, we're doing alright," Here her dark eyes drift to Graham now that he's downed another drink and glimmer of concern flickers there and then quickly back to Nissa. She may need to help her husband back to the ship before all's said and done.