Ric made a mental note to do something to properly thank her when he was not so hungry he as likely to gnaw his own arm off. He at least managed to control himself enough to keep from pouncing on the food like a wild animal. "I didn't know you could cook," he offered in a low tone. One brow lifted as she explained how she ended up here, giving a quiet whistle.
"Well, sounds like your daddy is very understanding." He chuckled as he stared at the food with suddenly very intent eyes, his mouth literally watering. It was amazing how dissatisfying meals of coffee and cigarettes became when staring at real food.
Rictor blinked when she started on about a face like his. He sighed, slouched back and muttered lowly under his breath. "Puta, es que todos se han vuelto locos." He shrugged and waved a hand, at least she was not upset. Not that he expected her to be, it was not like he was any great chance. A surly, hairy brown boy with one hell of a temper? Yeah, no big catch at all.
"Yeah, guess you are too, huh?" He returned with a shrug, pushing a hand through his shaggy hair. "I shake shit. Technically speaking," he added with a little grin and a chuckle. "And what's little Tabby-Jane do?" He asked with a wry grin, waiting to see just what a reaction he could get out of her.