"Fine," Adam agreed. He doubted that his new fighter wanted to hear about the probability of their reaction speed being slowed by digestion, and things were too close on the heels of Ronan asking about Adam being starved. He was hungry, after all.

Not waiting for further discussion, Adam headed out the door. He hadn't yet been to the dining hall, but he'd memorized the layout of the ship from the map they'd been given, so he had a pretty good idea which way they were going.