It was pretty easy to hide behind a helmet around people who weren't used to full armor; they didn't know all the giveaways.

Wash leaned forward, bracing an elbow on his knee and grabbing a sandwich with his other hand. He flopped back against the cushions, half listening to Greg's list as he unwrapped the sandwich and tore into it. Turkey, cheese, lettuce, some fancy mayo, and yeah, the avocado was a nice touch. Perfect.

He was a good ways into the sandwich when an item on Greg's list gave him pause. He swallowed hard and looked at Greg. "You have death metal? You have death metal?" It was the most awake he'd been all day. Amazing what a good sandwich could do.