For the moment, Clem's chewing slowed, as the conversation actually began to take a front seat to her animal-hunger. It wasn't any of Sean's fault- actually, it said a lot about him that she was talking at all, instead of inhaling fried breakfast meats. The corner of her mouth quirked up a little, and her eyes were obviously curious.
"Yeah, that'd be totally fine," she nodded. "Plus, I'm still here right now, even if I'm stuffing my face. So...what do you know about me already?" She didn't know a single thing about him, except what she'd gleaned from their last hour and a half together- and most of that wasn't conversation. But he knew her name. He came after her. Clem knew she shouldn't be curious, but she couldn't help it.