Big Macintosh had taken to walking around, everywhere, wandering and exploring but not necessarily mapping out the endless hallways of the ship. It was more about testing out his legs and his strength, learning the intricacies of this new body, coming to terms with his situation. He wasn't the type to get on the network (or whatever it was called) and chat with bunches of strangers to figure things out. Big Macintosh was content letting knowledge come to him at its own pace, in his own time.

Right now his stomach was making itself known at its own pace. He had wandered back down toward the passenger quarters and used his computer-tablet-thing to help him locate the kitchens. A big ol' apple sounded good right about now, or some dandelions, or even a bowl full of carrots.

When he arrived he immediately recognized Bella and strolled right in, but he didn't recognize that nasty looking thing she was holding up.

"What's that?"