While York's gone momentarily vegetarian and fresh, Malcolm apparently had a hankering for the greasiest, fattest meat available. The closest to a fast food burger that was being offered.

There are, of course, looks. Furtive glances over shoulders, of those in the mess. Low conversation. It's the biggest event since the last kaiju that came near this shatterdome, of course there's talk. Malcolm has chosen to try to ignore it all as best as he can. When York arrives and finds himself sitting across the table, the conversation only increases in intensity.

He smiles. A little pale yet, a little light and dreamy, but here, and smiling.