He makes a gruff sound around his mouthful of bread. It's very good.

"Loud," he replies around his mouthful. There was mostly a lot of milling about, waiting for instructions, wondering vaguely where the voice was coming from if not from miss Friday.

He's better at listening than making active conversation, so he continues to munch idly while looking out once more, eyeing what he's assuming are birds out there. "Been here long?" he asks, eyeballing the other guy and figuring him for an info source better than the official ones.