Oh, good. Mac's nose is still smarting and starting to go red from being punched earlier when he, equally benignly, tried to wake someone with a much more pronounced startle response. Still, the first thing Robbie says is way too fast for Mac to put together. "Huh?"

This isn't a particularly planned request, just the guileless, undirected wandering of someone who hasn't slept without at least one friend in easy reach since childhood, so the barrage of questions goes about a mile wide. There are no whos, whats, wheres, when, whys or hows, there's just: "I don't know, dude, I couldn't sleep and your door was open. I figured if you were awake we could go try and break into the mess hall and find out where the good snacks are."

Nothing bonds people like a scheme, in Mac's opinion. Even people he didn't like to start with and continues to despise become friends through a good scheme, a break-and-enter or a roleplay where they pretend to have authority or a public theater performance or some other friendship-by-fire of transgressing the rules and making poor decisions comprehensible only to the participants. So Mac figures if he's going to meet people he wants to continue spending time with, he should give them something to do together, and that's what he comes up with.

"I'm Mac. Who are you?" with all the etiquette of a tractor in a dining room.