"Thank you," Sebastian said, very grateful to her for being both understanding and accommodating. Although he'd just said he hadn't needed any more vegetables, he set about making himself a small bowl of soup and toast, once he'd inspected the bread. Simple comfort food, easy enough, and he was craving the carbohydrates. Protein was also probably a good thing, but he gave the venison a pass. There was something odd about the way he moved and held himself, but it was difficult to identify. A hunch in his shoulders, perhaps, or a slightly out-of-place twitch or gesture. It wasn't too overt, however, and could largely be chalked up to nervousness. Still, all in all even the creation of a snack seemed to be a meticulous process. "I...ah... I hope I'm not... not being too bothersome. It was... nice of you... ah. To let me in. I usually... well. There's... ah. There's a usually another... woman... here, that I'm... ah... more... familiar with? I'm not... not sure I remember you here, before."
"Sorry," he added quickly, not wanting to come across as though he were questioning the fact that she was in the kitchens. Judging by her bowls and containers of ingredients, she had a lot more business being there than he did. His own cooking had a tendency to straddle the line between dreadful and completely inedible. He also hoped he wasn't mistaken. It was all too possible that he had met her before, and just didn't remember her name. Still, better safe than sorry, right? "I'm... ah... doctor... Dr. Sebastian Handsel."