"Replicate." Ambrose found that interesting and all too Star Trek for his liking. He supposed that it would be acceptable in the long run; he wasn't going to go on a hunger strike because he had no real idea what he would be striking against.
"Would you mind telling me exactly what is going on? The meetings I have had so far have not been conducive to understanding my current situation. I would like to hear it from someone who does not appear to be...well, you do not seem so very lost in your own intentions, if you do not mind my saying so." He gave her a slight smile.
"I'm hungry, but after I fetch a bite, perhaps you'd fill me in?" He looked hopeful, not overly so, but it was there. He did want to know.