A few days that Lucas spent eating tasteless nutrition paste later.
Indeed, he didn't doubt that Garsans had true foods. They even had beverages, as the old alien exiled on Earth had lamented when he drank his last drink.
That meant they cannon fodders were afforded the minimal treatment to stay alive and offer some last value. And the nutrient he found in his hut that must have been the stash of the last occupant made him crave his mother's cooking.
Those times made him grateful for the career he had decided upon to do away with his boredom and have some money to help his parents.
He used those past days to observe the camp and the Garsans. Unfortunately, he was not welcomed and his hut was isolated so even with his sharp ears, he had little information. He just knew they would not stay here for long as the front line was where they were supposed to produce their last value.
