[The few times Gadriel has been around civilians, there has been a lot of staring. His kind tend to make normal humans uncomfortable--their size, their strange chemical smell, their uncanny speed. They're the kind of heroes of the Imperium no one actually wants to get too close to, however glad they might be that Astartes exist.
[He's still not quite sure what is happening: he spent the briefing listening for the details but there was nothing about the enemies they'd face, the appropriate loadouts they should take, or even the terrain. He'd kept waiting for that information but it never came.
[And then this food. All glucose and...strong flavor. And he needs the glucose, yes, because this body is not powered by faith alone but it's too much.
[When the small person offers him the food, he takes it, and, well, it's not delicious, but he wouldn't know. He gives a sigh of something like relief. ]
Thank you. [See? he's not without manners.] Is this food [Gestures toward the main table.] normal nutrition for people here?
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[He's still not quite sure what is happening: he spent the briefing listening for the details but there was nothing about the enemies they'd face, the appropriate loadouts they should take, or even the terrain. He'd kept waiting for that information but it never came.
[And then this food. All glucose and...strong flavor. And he needs the glucose, yes, because this body is not powered by faith alone but it's too much.
[When the small person offers him the food, he takes it, and, well, it's not delicious, but he wouldn't know. He gives a sigh of something like relief. ]
Thank you. [See? he's not without manners.] Is this food [Gestures toward the main table.] normal nutrition for people here?