"I got two cartons of Orange chicken this time, so that you and Tank won't be fighting over it." She grinned over at Gerad as she unpacked the boxes, holding up a container in each hand and jiggling it.  "I also got an extra stir fry veg," she directed this to Marcus "I didn't know what kind of diet you were on, so..." She watched him stuff an egg roll into his mouth, blinking "Okay, none. Gotcha!" She asked for a plate from one of the flight attendants, thanking the woman when one was handed to her. She began flipping open the lids to the boxes and sticking chopsticks into each one for easier serving. "Where's Tank? Anyone know if he's back on the plane?" She asked, to no one in general.<br/><br/>Mea had already begun to tuck into a plate full of steamed veggies and grilled beef when Yousef strolled into the cabin from the gym, looking like he had just gone a few rounds with Kimbo Slice. His eyes were swollen, and his face was flushed, the thin webwork of scars across his skin standing out like fresh wounds. All eyes followed him as he tromped across the carpeted floor.<br/><br/>Fork paused halfway up to her mouth, a concerned look furrowed her brows "I uh...got Chinese. You eating?"  She tilted her head over towards the large table where a variety of take out boxes stood, the delicious smells of American-style Chinese food wafting up from their panda-decorated cardboard. Her voice was muted with worry "Orange Chicken..."