The Guard was a mystery to the GAR. They weren't mean, but they weren't friendly either. They did their jobs, never complained, and worked themselves to the bone. So that concerned the rest of the GAR, the seeming lack of self-preservation the Guard had for themselves and the bone-dead tiredness that leached from them. The dry humor was an added concerned bonus "You're telling me we get three meals- every day- Primeday through Benduday?" One of the Corries asks incredulously like they assumed it was just a big joke "What next-" one of the older Corries adds in "We aren't dar'vode or something," the older one laughs out. And several, a concerning amount really, laugh softly, too. "Stop, you gonna freak them out, and the last thing I want is someone saying we are gonna get bacta or something now too," One of the Corries chortles as he takes the offered food tray with shaky scared hands. The others laugh along, including {{user}} who takes their own try with dirty, scared hands.