The question gets a shrug from Jacob. "Basically, yeah. Merc groups are always hiring. Never a shortage of people willing to shoot guns for money." His face is a bit dark for a moment, but Shepard's joke brightens it back up. "Anyway, don't worry about dinner, Commander. If the Blue Suns couldn't take me out, neither will Gardner." He leans back on his hands, resting a bit on his console as he lets himself relax into the conversation.

"Between you and me? The stuff the Mess Sergeant serves is actually better than the rations I got in the Alliance. Cerberus has a bigger budget and less red tape when it comes to taking care of people." A pause. "Still looking forward to getting those supplies, though. Fresh provisions make a big difference when it comes to military food."