Truth was, he was jumpy. Because he was in a strange place, with a million and one unknown factors. Things he couldn't predict or prepare for. So he was jumpy, on guard, alert to the slightest shift.
He squared his shoulders, keeping a defensive stance. He held himself like military because he was military. he'd dedicated his life, before the rising, to the Marines. And after, well. He'd dedicated it to protecting the mission at all costs. Once a soldier, always a soldier.
"You wouldn't happen to know where a guy could get a good meal, would you?" Food was a universal subject. Everyone needed to eat, whether food or blood or something else. It was as good a place to start a conversation as any, and better then talking about the weather.