[ Ellever's in the back of the meeting but, unlike the last time a town meeting was called, she's made an attempt at coming. Large groups of people still leave a weird feeling in her gut. The last time she saw such a group, she was being restrained and a black bag was being put over her head. Though at least that time, everyone was wearing nondescript security garb. Beacon is nowhere near uniform. Everyone is incredibly different.

Case in point, the guy nearby who... moves very quickly. Is he new? She can't recall seeing him before. She blinks as he brings the tray back up, a corner of her lips curling upward. ]

I don't know. I think space would be a lot cooler than being attacked by spirits. But I've never been to space, so I wouldn't know.