When Stiles steps aside, Cisco does so in tandem in the opposite direction, giving Gabi plenty of space to get through. He feels a surge of appreciation and trepidation all rolled into one when she says they can go start eating because, while he absolutely appreciates the gesture, some part of him wonders if she'll turn them in for treason later for eating real food when it isn't an allowance in their clearance level. After yesterday's slop, though, he honestly can't let himself care enough not to start moving toward the kitchen. Totally worth it, if you ask him.

"Sorry," Cisco says quickly. "I know, I'm so bad on the spot like that, but you picked it up like a champ. I'm sure it's fine," he promises, dishing himself a helping of what he's pretty sure is a chicken entree. In this place, God only knows, but he's willing to risk it because his stomach is growling and it smells amazing.

He looks over at Stiles as he steps out of the way to let the other man in for his own dinner. "Dude, do you get the feeling that this is suspiciously too easy a mission right now...? Because besides the long hours...it's been weirdly uneventful..." he says, frowning slightly. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I'm just saying..."