Hans bristled slightly at the man's manners. To invite himself to sit at the table, and then to raise a paper and patently ignore his dining companion? These French people had no sense of propriety, he thought, and immediately felt guilty after for falling into such a mindset. Since the shooting, so many of his thoughts seemed cynical. It annoyed him that this was the first conclusion to which he had come.
Well, he certainly wouldn't be the one to break the silence- the man had, after all, invited himself to sit. If he wanted to be quiet and non-conversational, so be it. Hans busied himself with eating the sandwich, taking slow exaggerated bites and occasionally staring over at the annoyingly non-attentive Frenchman.