Bottle of beer
Yes
He did not request the food
No, he did not requested. It was the wine he got with the food
Bottle of wine
Did he requested for food  and what are the other thing he got with food?
Why the food was delivered to their quarters
Why food was sent
Why he was sad
What the person couldn't figure out?
He had lost his wife
The death of his crewmates
He is feeling that he is working through his dead crew mates in the explosion and the food delivered to the quarters
Why was he grief and shock, to where the food was delivered?
A note
He left quarters and he know about officials meet by lightscreen
The lightscreen
What had he left after realizing he isn't dead, how he know about officials meet?
He was sick
Wine
He is staring at the little etched swirls in the ceiling, or slumped in the old-fashioned armchair, staring out the windows at the stars.No, he is not moving
What is he staring on was he moving at the time?
He did not consume food and wine
It is time to find out how the hell looked like. Yes, he consumed both
He did consume food and wine
What is the time to find out, did he consumed food and wine?
Wine
Food
A bottle of wine and food
Beer
Cheese
What exactly did the person consume?
Grief
A stage of grief and shock
His food
What was the person done with that made them feel good?
Fact: I wasn't dead. After I realized this, I left my quarters. The lightscreen provided had informed me when and where official meals were taking place, but I hadn't bothered to acknowledge the invitations. It hadn't seemed relevant, somehow, given that I was still reeling over the explosion, the deaths of my crewmates, and the rescue. I've heard there are a number of stages of grief and shock; I guess I was working my way through them. Food was delivered to my quarters. Initially, I couldn't figure out why—I hadn't requested any be sent. Then I realized, someone must have noticed I hadn't left, and was nice enough to send food my way. The accompanying bottle of wine was a nice touch. I must have consumed it, too, because later on, the plates and the bottle were both empty. I spent a lot of time lying on my back on the bed, staring up at the little etched swirls in the ceiling, or slumped in the old-fashioned armchair, staring out the windows at the stars. I did a lot of staring and not moving. Man, was it good to be done with that stage. It was time to find out what hell looked like. 