Gertrude stared at the strange monolith in front of her. It was a curious object, a combination of so many different items placed together, quite unlike most of the food from back on Halloran. It had an appetizing look to it, and the smell alone was drawing towards it, Gertrude’s hunger unable to stave off the desire to eat. “Well, I did live on a shithole planet with only the barest semblance of civilization before, excuse me for not being too familiar with what a ‘Big Moa’ is, Aylla.” Gertrude spat back, a clear snarkiness in her voice.