"You're all so noisy first thing in the morning."
Liu Mei came out of her room in her nightgown, her usual arrogance tempered by sleep-tousled dark hair and a yawn.
She surveyed the kitchen with a critical eye, her sharp features softened slightly by the remnants of slumber, but her tone carried its familiar edge of superiority.
Rachel looked from where she was portioning out the last of their makeshift breakfast, a small smile tugging at her lips. The kitchen was alive with the scents of simmering canned goods—corned beef mixed with whatever spices they could muster, a far cry from the gourmet meals of the old world but a feast in their current reality. "Take a seat, Mei. We made enough for everyone."
