Temperance had never trusted the slimy gloop that the ship tried to pass off as food. That's why she'd been highly relieved to hear that there was a lounge which apparently not only had real food been found in but alcohol as well.

She currently has a nice big bowl of New England Clam Chowder and when she looks over at the guy with a tray full of the gloop, her eyebrows both raise in surprise and perhaps a little disgust. "Are you truly going to eat that?" she finally blurts out, either not getting that she might be coming off as rude or not caring. Take your pick.