Eventually, Benidal's mind settled down to where he could pay attention to one thing for more than a few seconds, and what he realized was that he was hungry. There wasn't exactly time to stop and take a snack break while steering a cruiser through the unfathomable tides of the Warp, and he had been in that compartment for a while. It was time to get something to eat - and to drink as well. Thankfully, the odd rules governing his biology did not consider alcohol to be a drug, leaving him free to get as drunk as he wanted to when the occasion called for it. That wasn't what he was after now though, just a little pick-me-up to shake free the lingering traces of the journey, and settle his grumbling stomach.<br/><br/>Securing the Pocket behind him, he left the bridge and set off down the hallway to the small cafeteria shared by the bridge crew, thinking about a double-stacked grox burger and some amasec to wash it down with. His job in the mission was done for now, whatever crazy scheme the Captain had in mind this time - despite being the closest thing the crew had to a sniper, he didn't often go on ground missions unless they really needed an extra gun. She was almost as unpredictable as a current herself though, so this could easily turn out to be one of the rare exceptions.