"What do you think this is, a cafe?" Isabelle said, annoyed.
Richard shook his head, staring at her with a surprised expression. He hadn't really thought Isabelle to be the easily angry one. Apparently, she wasn't, because her facial expression softened again.
"I apologise for that outburst Richard; its just been a little of a hectic day. Anyway, I think there might be some food, or at least rations in the back of the cargo bay, try the opposite side to where you found the cleaning supplies."
Richard nodded, and went to look. He found a refrigerator-box-thingy with something that didn't quite look like food, but it was labeled that. The small boxes looked like they would require some water or heat to be prepared, but further into the box he found some apples, packed in tight plastic. "If people don't mind, I'll be taking these," he said, putting one apple in his pocket and opening the other one. Apples was his favorite kind of food, so he thought it to be a really lucky find. "If anyone wants something, the box is still here," he said. "I'll be heading to my seat."
Richard then passed the others, and went to the seat he had forgotten his helmet on earlier. It didn't seem to have been moved, so he sat down, leaning against the window. He happily ate the two apples, while going over the numbers that was the results from the tests in his head. He then, for the third time, attempted to fall asleep, shotgun laying over his lap and the suitcase under his seat.