"Probably. I think they're only allowed to have so many people die before it's R rated."

Grif plunked down without an ounce of grace, dumping a small stack of protein bars out from under his shirt. He'd just finished going around and asking each person that had them for one. They're not great, but he is hungry, dude.

He started unwrapping one nonchalantly, as if it were just any day back on the station and they weren't all beat to hell and exhausted.