Mark wandered into the kitchen to find something to eat. It was hard to keep track of time here; ironic, since it was said that it was a time machine. He paused for a moment when he saw someone at the fridge. He'd have to wait to look, then. He nodded a greeting as he made his way to a cabinet to examine the possibilities there. "Hello," he said. He gave a wry smile.
Turning away again, he started poking through the cabinet, examining the boxes and cans stacked inside.