"Lucky Kivann." He's finally slowing down, with maybe a tenth of the food on his plate left. He'll finish it, but he's willing to take a little more time--provided Poe doesn't actually fall asleep on him. The others don't look quite as exhausted, but then, they weren't wounded either. It can take something out of you.

"D'you keep emergency rations on you?" He taps his belt; three days of iron rations is a good habit to have and the sole reason he didn't die on Jakku. "Not that they're anything like real food. But they can keep you going in a pinch."