Bryte settled back in his seat, rather pleased to see Andrei stepping up and taking over the conversation. He was happy to do that, let those who were better with people step up. It was why he employed them, and he thanked the One True God every night for bringing them into the church. He returned to his sandwich, chewing in silence as he watched the other two converse. His irritation backed off a little, now that the stranger had been invited to the conversation and Andrei was taking over that part of it, Bryte could do what he did best: Watch and think.
While he had no real memories of the new arrival at their table, something about the man struck Bryte. It gnawed at the back of his mind, caused his stomach to twist for some reason. Why did he feel this way? His sandwich was slightly more than half eaten when the knot in his stomach caused him to set it aside. Icy blue eyes studied the man who had thus far not offered his name. Why? Why was this bothering him? He shook his head and and forcibly shoved it from his mind. He could not think on such things, this lunch was about the One True God, about how to help His people, not about this borderline rude individual. If he was interested in helping the homeless, those in need, then Bryte and his Church surely had need of him.