Hansel nodded at the woman. The pretty woman. He resisted the urge to comment on her attractiveness, though only just barely. He noticed the way that her teeth caught her lower lip, a nervous sort of reaction that had him wondering if everything was alright.
"No trouble," he said, never much of a conversationalist. "Wasn't mine, so there wasn't a point in keeping it." Unlike the guy that apparently wanted to hone in on Barry's weird bar things, Hansel didn't take shit that wasn't his own. As Joey continued to talk about rooms and Gretel, Hansel became a little more confused. "My room?," he asked.
He wasn't going to argue with having a bit of a guide to the place in question, though, so he nodded at Barry's offering. He arched a brow as Barry gave into hunger and stuffed a bar into his mouth. The apology wasn't needed, though. "Not enough food, then?," he asked. If the guy was starving as much as he seemed to be, they had to be lacking. "How many people are here?"
He nodded at the comment about Joey being a nurse. That was helpful. "Yes, she seemed to know about the sickness. Good to know." A handy profession indeed.