Once Ronan sat down, he stopped paying attention to everyone else. More accurately, he made sure it looked that way. That was easy. What proved more difficult was not poking his food and whining some more about it.

Life was such a bitch to have led him to this moment with shitty food in a shitty ship. He took a bite, forced it down, and noticed that Adam still had his eye on him. He took this to mean one thing-- the only logical conclusion one could make. He was being judge.

"What?"