[Taking a break for a moment is probably a good thing anyway. Gene swallows and half smiles, maybe a little embarrassed. Maybe just feeling pretty weird, because he's starting to realize he must stick out like a sore thumb.]
C-Rations. Everything comes in a can.
[But he shrugs, because this might be something he would've complained about to one of his pals, but he's not going to give the impression that he's a whiner or that marines can't make the best out of a terrible situation.]
Better than nothing.
[Isaac's plate gets a little more of a curious glance now that he's less ravenously hungry (fractionally less, anyway), and Gene points with his fork at that pile of orange things stacked to the side of your fried stuff.
spam;
C-Rations. Everything comes in a can.
[But he shrugs, because this might be something he would've complained about to one of his pals, but he's not going to give the impression that he's a whiner or that marines can't make the best out of a terrible situation.]
Better than nothing.
[Isaac's plate gets a little more of a curious glance now that he's less ravenously hungry (fractionally less, anyway), and Gene points with his fork at that pile of orange things stacked to the side of your fried stuff.
So, Cheetos.]
What are those?