A low hum, "Less torture and more a promise of one thing waiting at the end of the road for us, Jack." Sinful as it all sounded then and there with their situation, he knew it was right there, somewhere secure and safe where they could bunker down and get what they needed. Time to heal and regroup. More than just MREs stocked up; still things that could sit for a while, canned goods and all, but it would do.

Bumped his helmet back carefully. "It will, and we've got enough to eat here and there so we're not making something worse." Eating with their medication, mostly.