"You're welcome," Emma giggles, before teasing, "And you don't, but that's okay."
With the pleasantries out of the way, you lay into the food, starting with those soft pancakes. There's a slight tartness to them, from both the pancake itself and the grape syrup poured over top. The cafeteria chef obviously is trying to impress you- they're made perfectly, but you can tell he perhaps used a little bit too much chemical leavener, as there's a faint, bitter aftertaste. The hash is next, and the potatoes are sweet and crunchy, the carrots and onions adding even more sweetness to offset the enormous amount of butter and salt. The steak is devoured next; fully cooked, with a light sweet flavor, coupled with faint herbs that remind you of the mountains of your...birth?
Finally, you finish your meal with those grapes, eating a few of them before Emma devours them all. They have a tough, thick skin with plenty of white splotches, but they taste fantastic. Sugary-sweet, with a tart aftertaste and juices that threaten to escape your mouth. You eventually brush and clean your face with the offered napkin, and Emma, after stealing the last grape, rises, giving you a peck on the forehead.
You dress shortly thereafter, and pack the formal clothes for the 'funeral' away in the black leather bag you and Emma purchased. Emma returns, wearing a comfortable looking dress, and you're stunned-- you don't think you've ever not seen her in anything but military uniforms. Which, ironically, is what you're currently wearing.
The airship awaits for you at a landing pad, not your 'personal' craft, but a large transport vessel, like the ones you've seen hauling cargo. The cargo containers inside have been retro-fitted with a number of comfortable looking rooms, and in the back you find Thornton mercenaries loading themselves up, taking seats on specially designed chairs. They all look fresh and awake, but you notice during your brief walkthrough, many of them stare at you.
Lift off is in an hour, apparently, there's an issue with fuel.