He was still poking around, being intensely curious and nosy about this place. Still cautious, yes, but less than he had been. Much like he was still sore, but less than he'd previously been, thanks to some time in a batting cage.
He made his way into the lobby, and found food there. He picked up an orange, and sniffed it. "Is the food here real, you think," he asked the Master, (because he was there), "Or some sort of mind-trick?"