Errol glanced up at the woman. Her somber coloring put him in mind of Libria, something he would never have thought would be soothing to him. But this riot of color and noise was something of a shock after the dark quiet of the ruined cathedral. Even Resistance fighters, for all their love of emotions and the remnants of human accomplishments, were a mostly-subdued lot.
"I--thank you," he said. It all smelled wonderful, and his stomach offered up a slight growl despite his confusion. Not least of which was, "How do you know my name?"
Though now that he thought of it, there was something about her that was... familiar. If not familiar, then at the very least not unknown to him. He offered her a tentative smile, but didn't touch the food just yet. There were too many strange things going on here to feel at ease enough to eat.