"Randel," is the response, offered with a smile and a nod. Sam's a good name, even if it's not a familiar name. There's something about him that feels familiar, like he's falling into step beside

Beside another soldier.

"Sandwiches would be nice." He considers what he'd seen in his wallet when he'd woken up. Not much, not much at all. But it's hard to come to the idea of needing to pay for food in general. His brain keeps telling him 'rations will be distributed' but the rest of him knows that isn't true. "My treat."

Regardless. He'll be all right. And Sam was being kind.