[ Nina is tucking in to the bland bit of bland... bleck with slightly more enthusiasm than it deserves. Sure, it's not good, but she's had worse, and she's hungry. She's sat a bit more toward the edge of the table herself, but she glances up when - ugh, again -- perfectly accented Ravkan comes out of the mouth of someone she's sure has never set foot in her country. ]
exploring the base camp
What did you have in mind?
[ Her tone is open, interested. ]