A bright, off-key, humming can be heard long before she arives. Nimrod grimaces and takes a deep gulp of his Mr.Pibb.
"What is that?" Toasted blurts. The off-key voice might actually be pretty if it would only stay in tune.
"That," Nimrod mumbles, "would be Cat. She couldn't carry a tune in the proverbial bucket. And she is always cheerful on Mondays."
ChessieCat finally follows her tune into the messhall. "Good morning all."
She ignores the dour looks from Nimrod, used to his ways. Some people were morning-people, and some weren't. She leans over Murphy's clean white counter and grabs a couple of perfect oranges. "Hey look, I can juggle!" Three bright spheres tumble from the air and onto the floor. "You didn't see that." She hurriedly picks tham up and walks over to the juicer machine. "Aaahhh, liquid sunshine!" she sighs as she takes her first sip of juice.
She heads out the door the way she came, humming her welcome to the day and week as if she couldn't hear the way she was twisting the sounds of music into noise.