"Yeah! There's a sort of... big -- mess hall place, they'll make anything you want. Tea, coffee, something stronger, any food. It's pretty good!"

Little bit spooky, sometimes, when they know exactly what you want and how to make it. Still pretty good, though. He can paper over that discomfort in favour of enjoying cheesy fries.

"I was heading that way anyway, so --"

John gestures vaguely for her to follow, shoves his hands into his pockets as he turns to amble down the hallway.