[ The Exile has no concerns for unkempt hair, her own flowing free. All the unwilling adventuring she's been subjected as of late has left it a bit larger than she's used, but there is no immediate need to care about it, so she doesn't. ]

After battle? Usually whatever happens to come to mind faster or it's easier to get a hold on.

[ Life on a spaceship made meals something of a standard and she never really visited planets for their cuisine, so the chance to try something different and possibly exciting is actually quite new. ]

Literally anything we don't have to kill ourselves will do.

[ She's not picky. ]