Zoe's brow lifted slightly as she tasted the barbecue pork. It was very good, just like her mother made, save for the fact that the pork and the sauce was all made up of the same stuff, with a little bit of flavor, what there was of it, added in. This was so much better. She chewed thoughtfully, ignoring any glances she was getting from the man with the gun. She'd let him wolf his food down in piece.
She took another bite before shifting slightly to give the man beside her a look, a good look. He looked like an old war vet, one who hadn't been treated as well as she and the captain had back at the end of the war. One that probably kept fighting even after the war was called done with. He understood the need to fight, and she wondered if he did it for money or if he thought he was still fighting some big fight.
As she chewed yet another bite of bun, her eyes finally fell to his lap. Of course, he could read it as an invitation, but the gun was sitting there. It wasn't any model she recognized immediately, something older than what she was used to, but a gun was a gun was a gun. Jayne would probably appreciate that bit of fire power. She was toting a sidepiece of her own, now that she had it back. The mare's leg was strapped firmly to her thigh, and even in these close quarters, she was probably very capable of pulling it free and using it. That and she probably had a few more weapons on her person, even more so now that Bruce had given her the key to his toy box.
Her eyes lifted to his...one? Or the patch. Yes, he had certainly seen the bad end of that fight and medical treatment. A brow raised in some unspoken question as she continued to chew. It was methodical, that chewing, and was soon finished with a swallow and the final bite of bao slid into her mouth. Her tongue absently licked her lips clean as she set to work on the last bite.