"Silver linings, huh?" Jacob snorts gently. "A break from the mess hall is always nice." He would gladly take a lousy situation in his own universe over the odd butt-kissing ImPorts get from their 'hosts' here, and he knows the Commander would do the same. The battles they fight back home may be impossible, but at least they are their own battles. Being able to choose what he fights for is non-negotiable for Jacob. A conscript with perks is still a conscript.

He looks over away from Shepard, further up the beach. "Why don't you walk with me for a bit? I'll get you a hot dog or something. I saw a cart nearby." A mild smile starts to slide over his face. "It might be risky. Lots of volleyballs around here. But don't worry Commander, I'll keep you covered from any more crossfire."