Kris was in the middle of taking another bite when Daniel projected the small groups focus onto him. If looks could kill, Daniel would be dead in the middle of the kitchen, but Kris took his time chewing and swallowing before responding.
"I very much doubt that," he replied. "Are not many of those here from elsewhere other than the United States of America?" He recalled Daniel's surprise earlier when he'd said where he was from. His accent already betrayed that he was either not from the country or spoke more than one language, but he didn't see how that made him more interesting. "I was in Sendling, Munich, up until last night." For a moment, he fiddled with his danish before finally adding more to the conversation. "So the, uh, assholes who run this place... They've never given any indication as to why they're doing all of this?"