[@Agent 47]

The easterner would let out a low sigh as he'd now finally be done dealing with serving breakfast, slowly shoving the remaining food no one would eat into the refridgerator for anyone to eat later if they so desired. He had been with the group for at least some time now despite being the youngest member, and arguable the least powerful or least wanted of it, due to not exactly having put himself on the Empire's hitlist much unlike half the others of the group. The idea of being capable of saving a meal was still odd to him, him making note of the fact that all the others besides Gwyneth seemed to be picky with what they got. He still wasn't used to western living, which consisted of mannerisms, customs and forms of dress he was still not used to, as in the case of the boss whom he found odd in how he dressed.

He was one to just take any information offered to him and work off of it, at this point he was trying to rid himself of his grudge towards sustained conflict and these... missions and training they've done off to the side have helped him to a degree. He never really said much, as could be noted by the others about missions but he always would double guess himself and ask questions in their place. 

He'd wave his hand over off to Kylie to gesture to her as he sat down with his own plate of eggs and the canteen of water, eating and drinking a bit before answering her, "I'll take your offer up on the spar... going to guess it'll be unarmed?"