Noble Six was sitting quietly in the Mess Hall, half nursing her broken hand, half idly picking at a tray of food with her good hand. The day had been quite uneventful even with her not being able to do anything for at least a short while. Spartans healed very quickly, so she would probably be back up to fighting condition relatively soon.
Listening to the idle chitchat of a table of ODSTs nearby, Six sat alone like always. They were primarily discussing some of their…more…romantic affairs, as she’d noticed many men seemed to do. It was rather entertaining, even if she had no idea what ninety percent of what they were talking about meant.