Anything else he can do?

John lets out a slow breath and glances around the room.

"I should probably eat something. I have some -- packaged, dried stuff in my bag but I dunno if you or this room has anything better."

Ot the rest of Dranbu. He flicks his eyes to his arm and carefully gives a test press on the upper section of it, trying to gauge how he feels.

"I'd have packed sandwiches, but I was in a bit of a rush."

So dried things in packets was about the best he could do.