"Keep in mind the rather dense force feild that you and Desmond took a nice crash to," Jack reminds Rene, holding up an index finger torwards the direction they came from. In a few seconds after that, his stomach growls loudly and he drops his shoulders. "Right, almost no food during the day can cause that in a human being..." he says to himself before fishing in his pocket, getting a handfull of quarters before looking around. "Where's the lounge, and does anyone want anything? Food is definately a proirity when isolation is abundant."