Just because she's not asking doesn't mean it's not worth an explanation. "There's a beach zone here. A shark with mechanical legs was trying to kill me, so Nita and I killed it and ate it. He shrugs, completely blasé about the whole thing. There's a Soviet Russia joke in there somewhere, but he's not invested enough to make it.

He quirks an eyebrow at the sugar comment. "You just want to see me kill someone with a lollipop, don't you." Odds are he probably can, given the right circumstances. "Though if I wanted it sharp, I'd just break it. It's faster."

That's about the right reaction to one's first MRE, and Wash hides a grin. Oh, yeah. He remembers that. "You get used to those, especially when you're having them twice a day for weeks on end." He pauses for a moment, considering what he just said. Oh. "Hopefully it doesn't come to that here." He's not planning on dying here, but he doesn't exactly want to spend the rest of his life here either.

The yawning does not go unnoticed. Wash busies himself with his pack, rearranging items and repacking them to keep his hands busy, and takes the opportunity to look Pidge over. It's hard to tell if she's injured slumped against the wall like she is, but she was moving just fine earlier, and that's about all he has to go on. Right now, it just looks like she's exhausted. "You should get some rest," he says, setting his pack aside for now. "I'll keep watch."