Ah, a spacer or whatever the equivalent was from his home. Probably used to rations or something - she still had a lot of affection for galley food, awful as it was sometimes.

"That's fair. Me, I never quite adjusted to the taste of eggs that weren't powdered first."

He takes the bar from the starchy-looking area of the spread and Shepard gives him a small, slightly sympathetic smile.

"First voyage away from home?"