[This poor carrot. It never stood a chance. A nuclear explosion couldn't do as much damage as what Newton's currently doing to it. It's baby food now. As she talks, he shakes his head, mustering some of that food-spearing energy to argue back.]

Healing should definitely come secondary when the person sitting in front of you was infected with parasitic aliens and tried to kill everyone. Fuck healing. [There's not enough self-loathing in the world right now. But he also knows nobody has time to listen to the rampant bitching and moaning of some nerd who apparently has a vendetta against vegetables. He looks down at them like they were the ones who summoned a kaiju.

Hesitantly, he obeys and jabs the fork into a green bean (he thinks, anyway), quietly slipping it into this mouth.]

They tried to fix my diet, y'know? They thought I ate like a rat. They threw out all my snacks, ate the same stupid meal every day. Some Protein and canned vegetable thing.

[He does look a little thinner, doesn't he? Just enough to slip under a radar.

After all, this is a stressful job. Could happen to any of them.]