In a bout of gallows humor, the wraith chuckles darkly. "Indeed," he says as he sits back up again. Oh, there are plenty of food sources on board. One in this very room, in fact. Just none that are actually available to him.

"If I remain here, I am looking at starvation, and eventually death. Unless an alternative solution can be devised." That's his best hope, as he doesn't believe he will be able to leave the ship in time. "On that subject, doctor. Who might I talk to in order to gain access to this ship's medical research facilities?"