[She sets her fists on her hips and glares at him, not willing to take a rhetorical question lying down]

What time do we have, then? How many days or weeks will we be here until we have to set off for a mission? Who tends to the tamed creatures and why can't they feed the wild ones too? I don't believe that we have time for a feast and no time for anything else but to pack for the next mission. You just prefer the convenience of accepting the situation as it is.