You know what, still too tired to really argue. So for now, it's going to let her feed it. (We worked hard today. Might as well refuel. Makes sense. It can be... our one meal today, or something.)

"I don't know what that is," the Soldier admits, setting down the tiny toothbrush-like thing it'd been using to clean out the last of the gunk, and going for the last tool it needs, a little tiny ratcheting wrench, for tightening the gears that got loosened by said gunk. "But before my last mission they fed me through a tube. So I'm pretty sure whatever you have will be better."