"Yeah, I know." Jim's not looking forward to the experience. He doesn't really know what to expect, and the part where he might wake up in the morning in the midst of a flashback isn't exactly filling him with joy either. But it's better than the alternative. There's no way he'd get through the night without constant interruptions.

He takes a decent portion of the food, blowing on it a little to cool it down before taking a bite. No bad memories associated with these flavors, at least none that immediately spring to mind, and it sits easier in his stomach than the half of a ration bar he wolfed down earlier.

He makes a face after a minute. "I just realized, I'm gonna have to sleep in my clothes." Not something he's a stranger to, but it's still not as comfortable as he'd like.