Mike gives Gabriel a grateful look. He reaches back into his pack and pulls out an MRE at random, glancing at the packaging once it's in front of him. He grimaces and laughs.

"Chicken fajita. Somebody up there hates me today..." He doesn't really seem bothered, though. It's probably the worst of the MRE assortment, but he's actually still eaten far worse. He sets up the flameless ration heater and starts warming his government-issued horror. "I wonder if throwing these at the monkeys would make them run. They could fling all the shit back at me that they wanted and I'd still win."

He grins over at Gabriel, so the other man knows he's just griping for fun. It was a contest among the men in his team, to come up with the most disparaging remarks they could make about their meals before they actually ate them. The logic was that if they insulted the food enough, they might lower their expectations to the point where the actual eating was a pleasant surprise in comparison.

"So, did you get dragged out of your world and into a little green room, too?"