Mark was the sort of god who took the rule that they didn't need food to almost an extreme. They didn't need food, but it could sure help in the right circumstances and it was probably better for him than a continuous stream of ibuprofen. He looked up in an almost doggish fashion when the smell of real food and coffee hit his nose, but it was the folder slapping down on his desk that ended up drawing more of his attention.
"Wait, what?" He sounded a little slow, he was more than aware, but this was what happened when he was in the middle of a world crisis with no food. Sandwich halfway to his mouth, Mark slowly reached out for the folder. "This is all...? Holy shit."
His hand grabbed at the information as he abandoned pretences of politeness. "You-- Holy shit," he said again, flipping through the papers with one hand while he shoved half a sandwich down his throat with the other. "There's North Korean news reports in here. Not that they're saying anything beyond 'It worked. Long live Kim Jong Il', but still... this is amazing."