Griffin looked at the Singaporean woman and reached out his hand to shake hers in kind. At the mention of breakfast, his stomach growled. "I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. Long flight. A proper fry up will sort me right out. I'll follow you." Griffin said as he held the door open for Calico and Jefe.

He hoped the mess had everything for a proper fry up. Sausages, bacon, eggs sunny side down, beans, hash browns, mushrooms with a bit of toast on the side was how he had it. He'll ask about a navy strength coffee once he was there and then rush in before he would be needed for the briefing.

The thought of a fry up and proper coffee reminded him of home. He was a lot closer to home in Malta compared to the Bahamas, if it wasn't for the heat. At least he could vent cool air into his Tonka while he was airborne, so he would be alright. With Circuit being Canadian, she would probably appreciate the cool air as well. This amount of heat should be criminal.

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