Hvergelmir flipped a strand of hair back over her shoulder and looked around. There wasn't much to see -- the restaurant from this vantage point looked exactly like it had from the door, just rotated -- but it gave her an idea of what the general atmosphere of the place might be. And they were out of the sun, which made it automatically feel refreshing.
On such a barren world, Hvergelmir wasn't really surprised to find that the cuisine was limited or off-the-beaten-path in its scope. Plant life was fairly crucial for any sort of variety of flavor, so if the Iridians had little variety in the way of herbs and spices, it was possible Hvergelmir was about to have her tongue burned off as per local custom, or something like that -- or to eat some kind of flavorless hardtack.
"I like new experiences," she promised with a smile. "It goes with the job. Though in this case, the work's only incidental. Often when I'm traveling, it's between duties -- but I'm always a knight, whether or not there's a mission. It's always useful to learn about worlds we have no alliances with."
She smiled, turning the question around. "Do you have many duties, as a sailor soldier for your world?"