Should Gregory have reached the mess hall uninterrupted, he would likely still be alone at the table. Even if he was interrupted and was presented with conversation Gregory would still have likely reached the mess hall by the time that Michi had spoken to him. Gregory looked up from his food briefly to see who was speaking to him. The light from the ceiling of the mess hall reflecting slightly off of the red lens that made up part of the cybernetic eye that took up the left side of his face. It was usually described as unnerving to look into this eye, though Gregory never had a problem with looking at himself in the mirror. Perhaps others were not so used to visible cybernetics anymore? Regardless, Gregory looked up to Michi only briefly before nodding slightly and replying to Michi's question. "I am well, Lieutenant Maganza. I trust you are the same?"

Gregory was part of the way through his meal by this point. He had chosen to eat through the steak first, since it was best eaten warm and the salad was usually unhurt by rising a degree or two in temperature. The large mug of tea that Gregory had ordered had roughly a fourth of the contents remaining, the dark liquid inside hiding an extremely sweet taste to most palates. The remaining chunk of meat on the plate that currently held Gregory's attention was decently sized, roughly the size of a palm. Though it obviously alluded to a much larger chunk of meat having previously been present.

Gregory's cybernetic hand held a fork, while his left held the knife he was currently cutting the steak with. Placing a chunk of the steak into his mouth, Gregory swallowed it fairly swiftly. Most people would assume that one would choke at such an attempt, though Gregory had long since grown accustomed to the eating style. Gregory would likely repeat this feat two more times before Michi responded to his statement or presented another of her own. This would reduce the steak to virtually nothing, and Gregory would soon be finished with it. Likely also preceding Michi replying. Gregory picked up the fair sized bowl that the salad resided in, and placed it atop the plate that had just finished being occupied by the steak. At this time Gregory also decided to finish the last of his tea. Downing the last of the dark and sweet liquid with one swift gulp. Leaving his knife abandoned on the table, Gregory began to eat at his salad while he continued waiting for Michi to speak. All of this took merely a few seconds, which would likely either impress or disgust Michi. Perhaps both.

Gregory's swift eating wasn't totally a habit born out of being antisocial, but merely one of adaptation to his larger meals. The steak he had just eaten hardly filled his stomach, though this was quite the opposite when Gregory first received his cybernetic arm. The large meals made him feel sick, though a year later he was well used to them. It was remarkable that he survived the explosion with only an arm and an eye lost and maintaining some level of consciousness. Most of the time people would lose a good chunk of their bodies in a blast so close, but Gregory didn't. This fact was still capable of befuddling the surgeons over in Inops to this day.