Everyone had their thing, so Claire wasn't interested in reading too much into what the guy's preferences were. Cookies were just as good as brownies, though she usually went for the Chipsahoy brand instead of freshly baked because they just weren't as good after they cooled down. She accepted them with a nod and put them in her basket, ready to continue on with her shopping, when he starting speaking again.
Something about his tone made her think he had some things he wanted to talk about when it came to whatever friend he was talking about. "Dementors sound pretty fucking nasty, and seeing as I've never heard of anything like it, I'm guessing you were brought to Test City same as me?" Wherever he was from, she doubted it was anywhere near Hell's Kitchen. Normally, she wouldn't assume a guy with a British accent wasn't from England, but this time she was going to make an exception. "Chocolate's one of those universal healing foods. When you eat chocolate, your brain ends up releasing endorphins that make you feel better. If one of those Dementors was sucking happiness out of you, chocolate's a good way to combat the effects." Made sense to her, even if the idea of depression-causing suck monsters existing was a little farfetched. A lot of things in her life didn't make much sense at all, these days.
"Claire Temple," she replied, glad he'd found something he liked. "And I'm really glad that mess is over. I'm a nurse in the ER and it was a fucking mess, as you might imagine. I'm glad to have a break. I think I slept for twenty-three of the last twenty-four hours. I finally decided food was worth getting out of bed and my cupboards were empty. So, here I am. Kind of only want wine and chocolate, even if I'm a little too old for that kind of diet." Claire chuckled, more to herself than anything.
"How're you doing? Anybody you know land here too?"