[Marc will definitely start leading the way. The food cart's not too far from here- or it shouldn't be, anyway. He saw it parked near Satori Hills earlier. The dogs usually keep their cart in one place till sundown, so unless something weird happened, they'll still be there now. He tries not to walk too fast, so Poe can walk by his side. For the most part, it's so they can talk more comfortably, but Marc also doesn't like it when someone walks behind him; it makes him feel uncomfortable. It stems from some instinctive paranoia, he supposes.]

Oh, yeah, I get it. If space rations are anythin' like the rations we had back in the Marines, I wouldn't recommend it to my worst enemy. Don't worry, the food cart's got real food.