His expression turned from curious laziness to eye-rolling exasperation at her antics, and by his measure, that was a waste of good popcorn all over the threadbare carpets. He released a sigh as if trying to regain patience for this entire situation, but really, he could give about two shits at what the hell she was doing with a shirt full of popcorn like some kid in a candy store. Her dry cleaning bill much have been impressive if she couldn't even dig up a bowl like the rest of the world.

"No food, huh?" He glanced up and down the hallway, but it appeared to be deserted at this point in time. "So you're busy throwing what little you've managed to acquire all over the floor? That doesn't seem like an intelligent way to utilize your resources, chickadee."

At least he was a little bit more aware of the situation and how he was going to have to keep close what was in his bag, not that he was expecting food. If he had packed it, maybe some rations and a bottle or two of water. He didn't remember packing any bag for a mission like this though, especially a mission where he had no idea what the objectives were in the first place. No food was something to go off of, though between the two of them, this really didn't seem like creepy fat camp.

"Nope, it was empty," he replied though he was now seriously considering going for popcorn to have a small supply of. It wasn't much, but it was something. Better to be prepared for the worst and live through the best.