Honey nods, and ponders for a moment. “Happy to be of service.” He repeats, though his inflection subtly flatter than the first time. That doesn’t quite fit right but for some reason better words aren’t available.

"No." Kolya's voice is quiet but firm. 

"Not—I'm not glad you're here because you've helped me today. I'm glad you got out because you escaped something horrible, and I know exactly how horrible, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone." 

Honey nods, and just kind of leaves it at that. He thinks they were headed to fix something else, somewhere in the ship.

Yep, that's enough talking about feelings for now.

"Right then!" Kolya pushes himself away from the wall and grabs his toolkit. "Coming?" 

“Lead the way.” And Honey follows.

So they can fix some more things that have gone wrong with the ship. And a few more. And after a while, when Kolya asks Aurora for their next task, the projector instead displays the video feed from a kitchen where Martin is cooking something. 

"Oh, alright. I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself, you know." 

The engines hum.

Honey is a little surprised when the ship points then towards mess, particularly given it doesn’t seem like there’s anything wrong there.

He considers himself for a moment, and nods. “I am getting a little hungry.”

"—ah, right. Yes. Say something next time? I tend to work until I drop if no-one reminds me." 

Kolya leads them the shortest way to the kitchen without missing a turn, although the route is complicated enough that Honey probably couldn't retrace it from memory. 

Honey nods again. He almost mentions that he’s actually usually similar, but he guesses he hasn’t really been his usual self here yet.

By the time they’re to the kitchen, he would probably consider himself properly lost if he weren’t following someone right there.

Martin, who seems to be very busy doing at least five things at once, looks up briefly as they arrive.

"Oh, good, I was hoping you'd both turn up! How are you settling in, Honey?" 

“Well enough, I think.” Honey looks to Kolya. “Learned some more about my situation, which was helpful.” He turns back. “What were you thinking of having us for?”

"Well, I'm cooking dinner!" Martin answers distractedly as he goes back to juggling several different food-preparation tasks. "I know Kolya has a tendency to skip meals, and I wasn't sure you'd be able to find the kitchen on your own, so I'm glad you both made it on time." 

Honey nods, then looks between Martin and Kolya. “Anything I can do to help with the cooking?”

"No, don't worry, I've got it all under control." 

And indeed, somehow, it looks like he does. 

Kit shows up around five minutes before the meal is going to be served. He wanders into the kitchen, not announcing himself, and tries to steal a taste of the stew. 

Without looking, Martin clicks his tongue—it makes a metallic 'ting' sound—and Kit seamlessly switches to giving the pot a stir as if that was his intention all along. 

That's an interesting dynamic. Not something that Honey is interested in trying, though. Looking around, he looks for a place that seems like it won't get in people's way and reclines there, waiting for the food to be done.

Ivy trails in just as the food is going on the table. With her is a person of indeterminate gender, with warm brown skin and short curly hair. 

"So you're Martin's stray, then? I'm Ashes O'Reilly. Quartermaster." 

"Honey." He says with a nod. He waits for everyone else who seems like they're going to eat to find a place around the food before finding one himself.

He ends up sitting with Martin on one side and Kolya on the other.

Martin doesn't eat, but he participates enthusiastically in the argument that springs up between Kit and Ashes over the key in which a song should be played. It quickly gets very technical, and at one point Ivy lends Martin a piece of paper and pen to note down the pros and cons. 

Honey does eat, though not with quite as much vigor as yesterday. He carefully makes sure to have a mouthful of food whenever it seems like the argument might turn to him for a word. He is neither qualified nor interested in having an opinion on this.

No-one seems like they have any interest in Honey's opinion on this topic, even when Kolya and Ivy get pulled into the debate. 

Tempers start to flare, and voices get raised. Then Kit pulls out a knife and stabs it into the table through Ashes' hand. 

Honey has heard that everyone here is a cyborg. Intellectually, he was at least on his way to thinking of these people as about as bothered by these sorts of things as he would be.

Those thoughts have not percolated to the deeper parts of his brain, though. Consequently, Honey makes a perhaps rash decision to pluck the knife out of Ashes' hand (and Kit's, if he is still holding it) and flinging it away from the table, all at maximum speed. This likely results in some minor damage to the table, and in the knife being embedded in some nearby wall or ceiling.

Kit shoves himself away from the table, chair legs screeching on the floor. 

Walking over to the knife, he yanks it out of the wall with his metal hand and then stalks out of the room without another word. 

"Good reflexes, kid." 

Ashes flexes their hand; the wound is already closing. "Little overenthusiastic, but I appreciate the effort." 

"Uh." Honey says, his thoughts racing to catch up with his body. He relaxes and brings his arm back to his seat, and doesn't verbally respond further, simply nodding and going back to eating. He thinks he might have gotten too comfortable helping Kolya with work, and forgotten a bit where he was.

He doesn't spend too much longer eating, and once he's done he takes his plate and utensils over to the nearest sink and starts to wash them.