"Biscuits and--no no. Biscuits. Cookies? Little baked sweets?" he asks, pausing a moment in stunned silence before hurrying on again after Security.

"She sleeps...in the morgue? Why on Earth would--no, nevermind. A question for another time. I'm curious but I really would rather focus on food now that you've mentioned it. I hadn't even realized I was hungry. Actually, you wouldn't happen to know how much time passes between whenever we're stolen and when we wake to this reality, would you? Not that it matters, but it might be helpful to understand any transdimensional time delay."

"Do you eat?" he asks abruptly, changing subjects dramatically without any preamble. His conversational tactics grow more erratic when he's in motion, obviously.