Nicholai delicately nibbles at the sandwich, tasting it and making sure it isn't too horrible. And it isn't, but he wishes it was. Wishes it was so he could toss right back at the other man.
But now he can't.
He slithers away, going ahead of HUNK and towards the quarters that have been sanctioned off to him. Private and out of any prying eyes; good, good. It's almost enough to make up for the rest of the shit he's dealt with since this trip began.
"Here?" He indicates with his finger as he slides one across the door frame.