You'd get overrun in five minutes. Too many of them and only one of you.

[Said without a hint of reproach or remorse as Cortana pushes the mold aside from where it slid into her notepad on the table. The contents wiggle in a very non-appetizing manner, but at least it seems...nominally edible. Mostly. She pushes it a little further aside and scrunches up her nose. Yeah, no thanks, she's sticking to the canned goods in the pantry for a while longer.]

I'd prefer military rations myself. At least you know what's in those.