Wynter on the other hand was after the food because he was having an upset stomach with the overload of senses that came with eating other worldly food for the first time. He tried to remind himself that he was doing pretty good considering it took him this long for him to need the respite, but he couldn't shake the vague sense of failure.

Narvin's presence... didn't help that. Partially because he was there at his greatest failure - getting himself killed, but mostly because he hadn't the first clue about what to do about him. Be friends? Colleagues? Were the scientists even his colleagues now?

Still, avoiding him would be giving in to weakness and it was best not to do that while it could be avoided. So he approached.

Can't even call him 'Coordinator'. Was 'Scientist', 'Technician' his title now? He wasn't sure. Which meant he had to use: "Narvin."

He indicated the chair. "May I join you?"