"This?" he asked, pointing at the china, upon which he had made a mess of lettuce and condiments and slices of balogna. "No, I thought maybe you did this. I typically paper and plastic. Guess the planet wanted us to have a fine dining experience after all the shit it just put us through."
"Oh you mean you don't fight evil alien creatures all day long normally? I could've sworn you were as trained as I am back there." He was teasing her but he was also having a hard time not thinking of her as fragile even after she'd been bad ass herself.
He'd just sort of assumed she'd want water and he was glad to know his instinct on that had been correct. "You're welcome. If there's something missing there that you wanted I won't be offended if you ask for it. I don't usually eat salad so..."
What was with the idle banter they'd fallen into. Could that be what this was now? He hoped it was just that they were both hungry and exhausted from the ordeal of lizardmania earlier. Though he was beginning to feel the need for more adrenaline now. He knew he had to get back there and take care of business in the kitchen. But he wasn't going to leave her here. Not just yet.
He finished his first sandwich and started on the second, drinking his beer between bites and watching her.