There wasn't a whole lot, because there also wasn't a lot of room - this boat hadn't been built for anyone living on it in the long term. Most of what was there was unsurprisingly fruit.

But there was bread, too, and things to go with it. And eggs. And granola. Orange juice, too.

It all looked a whole lot like Octavia, yes.

(Who was currently draping her arm over her eyes with a sigh, slumped down again immediately after downing the painkillers and all of the water.)