Ian's whistling died down as he reached the mess hall. He took a moment to survey the hall, his stomach growling in protest at the further delay. Keeping his smile he moved into the line [I]"might as well see what type of MRE they are serving today."[/I] He thought as he moved through the line slowly working his way to the food. As he reached it however he was pleasantly surprised at the sight that lay before him, his stomach growling once more as he started grabbing various foodstuffs. He exited the line full tray in hand, chewing a bite of biscuit. He once more paused to look around the room, this time for a place to sit more than anything else. After a very short glance he saw a nearly empty table, its only occupant being a pilot he recognized from the roster as Katrina. He made he way over, swallowing the bite in his mouth as he set down his food one seat down on the opposite side from Katrina. Turning to her he spoke just loud enough for her to hear over the dull roar of the general Mess "Mind if I sit here?"