[Best believe he heard that noise and is smirking a bit to himself as he pushes himself off the wall finally. Well, he can probably figure something out in here. Even if he's used to more primative means of cooking, but it's whatever.]

When's the last time you ate something? Might not be able to taste, but I bet you can still taste textures and such, right? [Right on the nose, him. But he's going to investigate just what exactly he can make in here, since he's certain that he can find something that's either quick or something that he can throw in the stove and leave it there until it's done.]

When you travel as much as I do, you learn how to keep yourself goin' by whatever methods necessary. Not often I got the use of a real kitchen, but when I still look like this, I guess I did good. [He's built like a brick shithouse, of course he did good.]