Gideon's no fancy diner. She's pulling off bits of fish and stuffing it in her mouth. That still takes more time than the living protein recycler, extraneous bits and all, before her. It's impressive. Not so much she'll forgo her own food altogether, but the temple has been generous enough to let them take what they need.

She reaches for the bin of uncooked protein, and with one hand she holds a couple up. Is that enough? Gideon pulls them toward the pot of boiling water.