He's already finished the sandwich by the time she returns, though he was watching as she retrieved the... he guessed it was some kind of fuel. He wipes his mouth with the back of his left hand and nods. It makes sense to him, that a machine in the shape of a person would take in sustenance that machines use but like a person.

The soldier takes a look at the box in his hand and has to stare for a few moments. He recognizes that a straw is attached to it, which he pulls off, but otherwise he can't recall having used one of these before. He isn't sure if that's because he can't remember or because he hasn't had one of these before.

He'll get it. Just... give him a second.