Farkas had been up that morning and had prepared a nice breakfast for the crew. It was all ready for them for when they woke up themselves. Assorted fresh fruit that was sliced and prepped, fresh cooked breakfast meats, eggs made the way the individual crew members liked them, and a fresh pot of caf that seemed to have a slightly different aroma. Had he made it with a bit of seasoning ground in that complemented the flavors of the different foods. All the plates were sealed for freshness and warmth, while the man himself was gone and his own plate sat already rinsed.
The man himself was seated at the scanner, working out algorithms and processes for the days salvage operations.