Base mess hall, Wednesday night; OTA
The recently-demoted Captain Wingate had taken to eating his meals at odd hours to avoid as many people in the mess hall as he could. Sure, he could just cook at home, but that would've been too much like hiding and really wouldn't help with the whole facing the consequences. But even so, he ate in the mess at odd hours and when he couldn't manage that, found a table in a corner away from everybody else.
This was where he could be found now, looking down at the half-eaten meal in front of him. He'd finish eating eventually, but the stress of the past week and a half, while completely deserved, had taken a lot out of him. He was more interested in just sitting and not particularly doing anything than he was in eating.
Plus looking down allowed him to avoid the gaze of the handful of people moving through the mess at this hour.