Beck had been in the lounge for quite some time before anyone else walked in. The quiet was kind of nice, but he did come all the way to the lounge to be social. He decided to wait it out instead of wasting the trip down. Wearing the sweats he slept in and a grey tank top he'd thrown on in the morning, he was full-out resting. Leaning-back-arms-behind-his-head-closed-eyes-resting. Having not slept very well that night, nor the time to sleep in, this was a nice compromise... Until his stomach growled.

Beck walked into the kitchen. He walked by Kilian, and opened the fridge. "Mornin," he said, as he looked inside. Not seeing anything immediately interesting, he looked over to his teammate. More specifically, his teammate's sandwich. A sandwich was a perfect idea! Beck started grabbing ingredients from their places. "So, how's your morning?" he asked as he started to create what he figured would go down as the greatest turkey sandwich in the history of mankind. Or, at least, the best turkey sandwich he's ever made... Which isn't saying much.

Beck hadn't noticed Gabe come into the room, as his own back was turned, preoccupied by his sandwich. Having finally finished his masterpiece (which was sadly rather average), he turned around and saw him. "Oh, hi." Beck walked past him, sandwich in hand. "Later guys."