Asterope sets the weather protection supplies aside to indulge in her own ration bar. She seems, on the whole, to be one of those people who could subsist completely on these and unflavored protein without complaining. Or at least, she doesn't seem to care what flavor's on the menu any given night. Food is food, right?

"Your, uh, mechanical friend doesn't need any snacks or anything, right? Wasn't sure if there was anything else that'd be nice to bring."