"Oh...  joy..."  Sam said, as he was passed his nutrient pack.  "Reconstituted Goo in a shrink-wrapped container.  Can I live down the joy?"<br/><br/>Sam was speking more from beig tired, as opposed to actual disgust for the food-pack.  Like his boss, Sam felt that the food packs were better than their reputation spoke, but it was an age-old tradition to snarl and moan about them, and Sam held the opinion that it was a tradition of open-ended venting so that soldiers could vent about something, at least.<br/><br/>He'd left the care and watching of the Zeon girl to the others, for the time being.  Somehow, he'd come to find out about her name being Jillian,and that's as far as he wanted to go with it.  In truth, Jillian was starting to look really nice to Sam, but Sam suspected that it was half about her looks, and the other half being desert exhaustion.  In point of fact, Sam was sick of sand, but that's all there was around them at the moment.<br/><br/>Once he was done with his food, Sam carefully dealt with the trash, and walked over to slump against the foot-casing of Unit Three, and start a quick snooze.