"It's edible shit, so I'll thank you to be a little appreciative and not give me any of your shit about it." He grabbed a can of the table and tossed it her direction. It was Chef Boyardee mini ravioli. 

Gareth pulled the top off a can himself and dug a couple of forks out of his bag. He tossed one to felicity and started digging into the cold can. 

"Any plan on what you wanna do?" He asked around a mouthful of noodles. "You keep talking about this CDC lab but we haven't been going anywhere. Think the two of us could make it by our lonesomes?"