Kris leaned back in his chair, making himself as comfortable as he could against the elastic plastic material. He shifted his cane from one side to the other, offering the newcomer a tip of his head.
"Kris," he offered, mollified by the offer of food. It was also possible that Daniel's presence had worn down his stubbornness a little, but Kris wouldn't be the first to admit such. "I would offer to help, but I think I would be more in the way." He subtly lifted his cane, his first willing gesture about his disability since arriving in this strange place.