John sense more than felt Spider's other leg press against young marine next to him, a silent warning to say nothing.

Avalanche turned and looked the pilot up and down slowly. His voice was soft, rumbling up from his chest and as deep as anyone had heard. "No,but it's pretty clear why they feed it to you. Might have to find m'self somethin' t' snack on later. Where you hangin' out when you're not jerkin' off?" he chuckled, his broad grin spreading across his face as he moved deceptively slowly and scratched lightly at his chin, as if sizing the other man up.

John managed to keep a straight face, Spider lowering his eyes back to his plate to cover his expression by turning his attention back to his food, most of the others doing the same.