[It makes no difference to him, so other than avoiding the chocolate, Wesley indiscriminately delves in to the pile of food, a granola bar gone in moments. What? He's hungry, okay.]
How're the rest of you doing? [Considering half of them seemed close to dropping when he first went off his own way, he knows they can't have avoided the medbay indefinitely, no matter how hard they tried.]
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How're the rest of you doing? [Considering half of them seemed close to dropping when he first went off his own way, he knows they can't have avoided the medbay indefinitely, no matter how hard they tried.]