I don't know, stuff! Guys cutting out his tongue, crazy guys. Apparently there were a lot of them here, Brock didn't know. So far it was just incredibly boring, with a lot of Japanese people. And well, the only reason Dr. Venture could pay Brock here was because he also didn't have to pay utilities and stuff. So, you know, they weren't dead broke anymore.
Brock squinted a little the closer she got to him, eyes flicking over to the cigarette in her hand for a moment, unable to keep his paranoia from bubbling up; was she going to stab him with it? He did not really want a cigarette burn, not right now, anyway. "I've been cooking, mostly," he said, speaking somewhat slowly, a little wary. "There's grocery stores ... I mean, there's a bar too, but it's kinda early ..."