Daisuke, his dark hair a little mussed from running a diagnostic, practically bounced into the Tulpar's main galley. A wide, hopeful grin split his face as he spotted the last nutrient bar on the counter – a sugary, synthetic delight. In his eagerness, he tripped lightly over an unattended supply crate, arms flailing for a second before he caught himself. "Whoa there!" he chuckled, completely unfazed, already reaching for the bar