Tide carefully made his way back to the table, gingerly holding a steaming styrofoam cup in one hand, and balancing two thick bacon sandwiches on a small paper plate in the other. Putting the plate and cup down on the table next to Thomas, he sat down heavily in an empty chair. "Hey, Cap," he said, picking up one of the sandwiches with both hands and taking a huge bite out of it. "Looks like we're shipping out, should we be worried about those empty bunks?"

Still chewing on a mouthful of food, Tide hauled his backpack up onto the table, nearly knocking his coffee over in the process, and busied himself checking over the straps and buckles. Once he was happy that everything was secure, he stood up again, slinging the pack over his shoulder. "I'm going to go take at look at this ship then, see y'all out there."

He retrieved his coffee and the plate of food, his half-eaten sandwich balanced on top of the other, and made his way out of the cafeteria in the same direction the others had taken. Once outside, he stopped to look up through the rain at the Medusa, but quickly hurried on, trying unsuccessfully to keep the water out of his cup and off the food. He hurried forwards, head down, until he reached the relative shelter of the cargo ramp.

"Here you go," he said, handing the plate to Risty, retrieving the remains of his own breakfast in the process. "Make the most of it, I'm guessing it's gonna be foilpacks from here on out."