Hey, it's Carolina - bitchy, drill-seargant Carolina - who's also having feelings about this, here, so it's both of them.

"I'll do better next time," is what she settles on, the quiet stretching between them. Actually, it's kind of awkward - a good kind of awkward, like when you've bared a raw nerve - but god, does she not like it.

"So... they said there's no meat on this station."

Look - the way Carolina grew up, she was a slow cooker, a smoker, someone who loves meat. Apparently everyone here is a vegetarian, and Grif is the one she trusts to tell her if there's really no meat.