Sam answered the questions tossed at him easily, even the less serious ones. He had a laid-back, joking manner that made people feel comfortable around him, and it was apparent that he'd fit right in with the Commandos soon enough. He even took the wings out of their carrying gear and spread one open across the table in the mess to show the others - though he didn't know the answers to most of the technical questions they had about how they worked, he did the best he could. (Probably most of the things he couldn't answer were Howard Stark's secrets, anyway.)

"Yeah, all right, I could go for a drink," Sam replied easily. Not that he could get drunk anymore - he'd tried once or twice - but it was still enjoyable enough having a drink with friends. "And maybe something to eat, if you still got anything around. No need to whip up something fresh on my account." If not, he could always resort to a can of rations. He didn't want to impose on whoever the cook was around here.