Bella was about to offer to heat the pasta for him, but he didn't seem bothered by the fact that it was only luke-warm, so she stayed sitting down, crossing her hands on the table infront of her.
Glancing up at him, Bella noticed the scar across the man's face. It wasn't all that unattractive. It just hinted at something exotic about him. Normal people didn't have scars like that. Still, who was Bella to define what a normal person was? Until a year ago, she would have said she was painfully boring. But that was before she met the Cullens and discovered she was someone's own personal brand of heroine. She didn't think she'd ever really be normal again after all she had experienced.
Bella was about to look away, not wanting to stare at her new room mate, when he spoke. Her eyebrows slid upwards in disbelief. Why he had been sleeping in a tree when there was a perfectly stable, if not comfortable, bed here in the cabin, she just couldn't fathom. Still, people had been staging all sorts of strange protests here against the Manager. Perhaps that was one of them. She thought it was probably best not to mention it.
"I, er, think I got here pretty soon after people started arriving. I don't really know other than that." She crossed her arms a little further over each other as she got comfy, facing him more fully as he sat down to eat. "I've just been trying to keep my head down, you know."