Bobby nodded again as he heard the other guy say his name. He turned a fraction and glanced back at him, thinking that he didn't look like an Avery, thinking that sounded more like an effemenate guy or hot chick name. He didn't verbalize his thoughts, instead saying a quick "Good to meetcha", before turning his attention back to the cabinets. Bobby took a swig of his water as he searched, setting it down suddenly and not giving attention to the bit that splashed onto the countertop when he found something good. "Thank God", he muttered, pulling out an energy bar, the same kind he tended to keep a large stock of. "I'm fuckin' starved. Haven't eaten yet today. Did they pull that same crazy terrorist shit on you, with the blindfold? Wasn't sure what the fuck I'd gotten myself into." As he spoke, he pulled the wrapper off the bar, tossing it on the countertop. Bobby took a big bite, halving the bar with his first bite, a few crumbs falling down.