"I can do that." Though he is the type of guy that tweaks recipes, hopefully not to the point of offense. He finds a slab of meat and starts chopping it with surprising speed and skill for a guy his size. Not like someone trained to fight (which he is, though nowhere to the extent of some here), but someone trained to cook.

"Oh, joy. So it's best not to get settled in, huh? That happened sometimes when I was travelling with Voltron. We'd be having a very normal, quiet recovery mission? Bam. Galra attack. That kind of thing is always stressful."