Looking at the tray in Gary’s hand, there was a large amount of spit all over it. It wasn’t like a regular person’s spit; otherwise, Gary might have just removed the part that had been affected and ate around it.
Food was food, and he came from a place where food was precious, and he was thankful that he would just be able to eat another meal that filled his belly. With his special Altered case, being a werewolf, he got hungry more often, and with the food all around him, his stomach was rumbling.
Which was why right now, he was trying everything possible to keep his rage in, and not just go over there and smash the tray right over the face of the person who had ruined his food.
"I remember what the guard said, the only place that I can't cause trouble is in here. Clearly, it seems that there are some liberties people can take, though."
Finally deciding what to do, Gary had turned and started to walk toward Stinger and his group, along with the one that had spat on his food.