He handed her the drink and laughed openly, taking no offense to her question.
"Nah, no rabies. Last I checked, anyway." The woman had armed herself with what Idris assumed were all of the proper essentials for an edible ship burning. Noting her pointed look, Idris humored her once again and moved to transport the creation outside. This was the tricky part, unfortunately, because just how to get it from the lobby chair to the front steps was proving to be a difficult matter. If he shifted it too fast the fries started to tilt. No amount of a Wheat Thin support system was going to keep this thing in one piece for long.
The thought of having to pick up a mess of fries was none too appetizing, on par with how appetizing the food in question was in the first place. But spending forever trying to figure out a way to move the ship wasn't going to get them anywhere, either. Carefully, Idris picked up the greasy mess, trying to not crush the outer fries too much. He headed for the front doors.
"Wanna get those for me?" He nodded towards them and looked at his acquaintance. "What's your name? Think it's only fitting I know the name of someone I'm about to light something on fire with, you know."