...Tired. Possibly I'm only awake because I'm more hungry than exhausted, which this should serve to rectify.

[He lifts the sandwich in one hand before putting it in his lap to start unwrapping it. Hmm, that's not quite what he was expecting - some kind of flatbread?]

I fear I can't make any particular promises for my state of consciousness afterward.

[White herb sauce, looks potentially drippy so keep the back end in the wrapper. Lettuce, onions, tomato, some kind of seasoned meat?

Definitely won't kill him. So, time to carefully arrange the wrapper to avoid dripping on him and dig in.]