Shinichi barely managed to nod his thanks at Heiji before the taste and the stench overwhelmed him and he found himself gagging in the corner. Well, at least he didn't have to worry about whatever little of the sludge he may have managed to ingest. Or his dinner, for that matter. Once his stomach had stopped heaving, he used Heiji's sweatshirt to shakily wipe his mouth and try to clean his face as best he could. He also tied it around his face, just in case the next sink decided that it wanted to follow suit.

And he felt better, oddly enough. He gave the Commander a silent nod and a smile, and Sokka got a cheeful "fuck you!" and a look that clearly said that if he didn't shut up about his stomach and get back to work soon, Shinichi might decided to weaponize the pipes prematurely. "Breakfast should be in another couple hours at most," he added. "So you'll get it soon enough."