Winters awoke in a bit of an uncomfortable position, as the marine had passed out inside a small booth in a slightly tight squeeze. Sitting himself up, he noticed what seemed to be the wrapping up of an argument between Avi and a local man, plus her snapping a bit of a retort at Stuart, who's part in this morning activity he had missed. Glancing at the table in front of him, he noticed a plate of eggs and some sausage, taking a quick bite of sausage before his eyes adjusted to the room. Spotting the local woman who more often than not was the source of his scrumptious meal, Winters smiled at the woman as she walked by.
"Thank you for the food mam, just as good as back home in the states!" Winters said with a smile as he took a bite of egg, "Actually it might even be better than what my mother made me! Ha ha, thank you again miss, I'm sure the rest of the team appreciates it just as well."
With formalities out of the way, Winters downed his breakfast quickly and efficiently washing it down with a glass of water, because he knew not to drink the day of an important or urgent mission. Looking around the room, he noticed that Avi had gone off somewhere, where exactly he wasn't sure though he knew she could handle herself. Spotting Harry announcing a good morning to the squad, Mike checked to make sure his 1911 was still in it's holster out of instinct before he addressed the friendly Irishman.
"A good morning to you as well, my friend!" Winters shouted back, the warm rays of the sun from the windows bringing back some of the Americans natural cheery demeanor out.