"Same, definitely the same," Jack agreed with a grin, following her to the door and out again to find food.
They started walking down the hallway, and it took a few moments before he thought to ask, "So where do you want to go?" As for food Jack himself did not really care what he ate, as long as it was good food and plenty of it. He could appreciate all sorts, he had broad foodie horizons.
Yeah, so he was trying to think of anything but the facts at hand. And the woman nearly at hand. Including mental rambling about food choices, and focusing on putting one foot in front of the other rather than talking about the metaphorical elephant in the room. Still, it was a mostly companionable silence when they were not speaking, not as awkward as he would have expected.