Faye was treating it like morning, anyway, though it was hard to really feel like time was passing. (She felt like this in open space sometimes, too. A firm planetary day/night cycle really helped keep track of this stuff.)

"Sure," she replied, swinging down out of the ship and handing Stark a bag of little frosted circus animal cookies. "Can you divvy the food up into stuff we want to share versus stuff I should hide?"

Welcome to an emergency situation with Faye!