Crichton/Babs
Not that Crichton was tired of pizza, yet, but he was definitely up for finding some other kinds of human cuisine. He'd missed a lot. "Man, I'd kill for some good Chinese food. Or a steak." Or...almost any of it. He laughed and walked next to her, following the signs that lead them in the direction of the restaurants at the casino.
There were a lot. "So uh, tell me a little more about you. What's it like where you're from?" She might have told him some before, but he figured it couldn't hurt to ask more, right? "Got any family? Anyone special?"
Why was he asking that? Maybe because it was a normal question, maybe because he was curious. Who could blame him?