Warren strolls into the common room, chipper as ever, spinning a rather large blaster pistol around, flipping it about while he opens the refrigerator door with the other hand.  He fishes about, procuring a bag of saucy creature bits he'd bought at a shady bazaar on their last stop.  Whistling, he grabs a bowl from a cupboard, tosses in some squishy morsels, and pops it in the high tech heater box for three seconds.<br/><br/>"Man, can you imagine the old days when they had to warm food up for like....a freakin' minute?  Minute and a half, sometimes.  Fuckin' neanderthals."<br/><br/>Grabbing the bowl, he sits down on a couch, after finally holstering the gun, and starts popping the chunks of galactic fauna in his mouth, chewing loudly as he looks out a window display at the empty space flying by.<br/><br/>"Hey...ummm...Adam.  This gonna be your first crime?  Piracy on the high seas.....uhh....of space?"  He chuckles, and grinds down on something that lets out a weird whistling sound as it's punctured, and makes a sour face as he swallows.