( the apology makes him swallow--and though the stranger reaches for the meat, he finds himself bending to reach for it in the same moment. it's just meat, after all, and though they probably shouldn't eat this one now that it's on the floor, it likely won't be hard to find more of it, given the strange way these places work. with just the tips of his fingers, he drags the hunk of meat up by the corner of it. )

Where were you? Before this place.

( it's probably going to be a place he's never heard of, but it feels important to ask; he moves, arm outstretched from him, to dump the meat into one of the larger trash bins near the restaurant counters. it feels wasteful, but there's nothing to be done about it.

mismatched eyes slide over to watch his stranger for a moment, considering, before he shakes his head a little. ) ...I'm sorry. It's rude to ask you questions on an empty stomach.

Is there something you enjoy eating? More than meat. ( he should probably wash his hands, but for now, he waits--they'll need to make a request to get the food to show up, he figures, so he can wash his hands afterward. ) If you ask for it, the...this place will...give it to you. It's a little odd.