Soldat almost answers, only to realize there's something in their mouth, and it's pretty strongly ingrained into them to not talk with their mouth full. Soldat is a polite murder machine. They chew one more time, to determine what the fuck is in their mouth, and... right. Okay. They consider briefly, with great embarrassment, the merits of swallowing versus actually picking the coffee filter out of their mouth. Which is more gross.

(Food. Eat.)

Down it goes. Sigh. Soldat looks mortified, but answers, "Sorry. That's. When you die, sometimes things come back. Fucked up. Daylight can't see the color yellow anymore. One guy here before I got here wound up with scales. Apparently now I want to eat everything. And I do, if I don't pay attention."