"Do they kill passengers for the food or is there some sort of food replication system? Lab-grown proteins, something like that?" he asks, following behind Wayne perhaps slightly too close for comfort, leaning in an effort to really scrutinize his skin.

"I usually catch sarcasm much better, but I'm trying very hard to not make assumptions about the expressions and mannerisms of anyone. I cannot possibly know who is human and who isn't, or what tone and temper are like in their worlds versus mine. Assuming you were being sarcastic might be as risky as assuming the lion running at me is a sweet kitten that wants a cuddle, you see."