oops, meant to vote for jaakko. my bad.
Richard opens his eyes. It's firmly morning. Trying to remember last night's dream with little avail, he wipes the saliva off his face and walks to the bathroom to wash-up. Some minutes later, he arrives at the mess hall and grabs some breakfast, which happens to be Kintharian in culinary origin--a welcome respite from the local staples.
"Good morning," Richard addresses to everyone at the table. He sits down and digs in.