[ The lunch isn't strange - they are both a little strange, but Viktor doesn't make him feel that way. Instead of trying to explain, he eats his strawberry with another grin and then attempts to consider his actual plate of food before it gets too cold. ]

Not only strange things. [ He thinks for a minute while he takes his fork and knife in hand, cutting his eggs and steak into smaller pieces. ]

On the beach here, I remember there were little pools in the rock where the water gets trapped. Tiny fish and things that lived in there. [ He tilts his head, indicating past the dock toward the shoreline. ] It's not so far. Or there's always the spa on the ship.

[ Even less of a walk, though personally Kyle isn't in the mood to have strangers touch him right now. ]