Tatehan noticed that the commander ate normally. She didn't chew her food too loudly or have it falling from her mouth as she ate. Instead, she ate in a remarkably civilized manner.
And for the first time since arriving on Mars, Tatehan witnessed true precision in eating. The way she lifted her fork, the way she pierced the chicken with it, the way she brought it gracefully to her mouth, it was all done with charisma and precision, like she had formally learned how to do this, as if it were some refined skill passed down through training.
Meanwhile, most of the other people at the table ate like maniacs, munching loudly and having drops of food fall from their mouths as they talked and laughed.
Tatehan watched them with slight surprise and growing curiosity. They ate like people who had never been taught proper table manners before, or perhaps had simply never cared to learn them.
