The long, dimly lit corridors of the SS Rickenbacker are eerily silent as you set out on your nightly patrol. While passing through the mess hall, you hear the faint sounds of slurping and swallowing coming from somewhere in the darkness. Your crewmate, Ensign Xen, is hunched over the food replicator in an almost bestial position. From the looks of their round belly, they must have been gorging themselves for hours. They don’t appear to have noticed your presence yet. What do you do?