Sunila was curious if he had been able to sense the man another way. She'd have to circle back to that later. "I could eat." She replied. She rarely let herself get hungry now that she had regular access to food. "I'll get a cup of Lacey's stew and one of Bucky's scones in a moment. What about you? I see you got some coffee to go with your sugar. Are you going to have some food too?" She tended to be a bit motherly, with others. It was a habit and perhaps one that he could understand. So many children on her island had been orphaned; everyone had to step up in that way. His station must have had its share of people in need too.
"Maybe we don't think of this as a meeting. Just two people hanging out, having a chat." Sunila suggested, taking a sip of her own coffee. "This isn't really work, after all. Things can be informal here. There's no rush to get through things, no constantly looking over our shoulders." It was mostly a good feeling. Safety could be strange too, she remembered that feeling when the station had been new. "Though if you wanted, you could make notes. Sometimes writing things down helps with focus."