The prayer she breathes over the food is quick, a nod in thanks of it, and to him for making it for her. Slow, carefully mannered as she begins to eat. That oddness still, but even so, it's easier with him eating as well. A little less focused that way.

"No, not a random officer. You are apparently my keeper now. Should we not know each other a little?" It's teasing, not to drag him through something uncomfortable. "Perhaps an exchange would be easier? You ask something, and then I do."