The blush died down once Mitch thought about Morana's statement. Of course not everyone here came from the same world, or culture, or similiar level of technology. Maybe she didn't know what some of the equiptment was for in here, or how to find what she wanted. He could have kicked himself for nearly forgetting, but instead decided that giving explanations when they were needed was much more constructive.
"Yeah, this is the kitchen. Anybody can come here to get food, and Metatron keeps it always stocked."
After receiving what seemed like an A-OK sign, Mitch stepped inside and headed towards the refridgerator. He opened the doors and waved for Morana to look inside. "We have some food in here, the stuff that needs to be kept cold so it won't spoil."