He tried not to be overly suspicious of the sandwich and Sprite, since he had to assume that she was just that intuitive, or nosy, that she remembered stuff. Although he couldn't help but wonder if she'd just nosed in his head back then or not.
"Depends on the small talk." Which really it wasn't a massive big deal. If she wanted to get down to things, fine, he'd sit there and eat his sandwich and let her tell him all the juicy details on how exactly she was going to psychic proof his head without just going in and building her own little castle in his head like he was a working parts doll.
"My comfort levels on your poking are decidedly low, just so you know."