"You'll get three squares as well, assuming you don't waste them. And a shower, as soon as we can safely move you out of the null-grav field and into a proper cell without your wounds reopening, or you trying to kill us en route."
Scott Summers walks in carrying a tray of food. Steak and potatoes, pre-cut up into manageable chunks, with a plastic spoon. A can of beer is brought in with the meal...a sort of peace offering.