[ there it is - as if on cue, or perhaps it's just that sam has been doing this for long enough to know when to expect it. the offering, the simple gesture, and in response there is one of three things. first, an acceptance, albeit hesitant. second, enthusiasm. or, third, this - a lashing out, barbed walls, someone so used to violence or betrayal that they can't let themselves take a chance, especially if it seems too good to be true.

it's why sam's lifted brow holds, even through the sharp words. he doesn't seem to be affected by the tone, either, not scared off or even surprised by it. ]

No- we don't really know each other. But I can probably take a guess at a few things that I assumed you wouldn't want to chat about where half the city's underground can hear. And- you know- I also figured you wouldn't turn down a free meal. But hey, I've been wrong before. [ he shrugs - because while he hadn't really wanted to push off this conversation for longer, if he could help it, he's also not one to force himself into someone's space. especially when that someone was keen to not let anyone in.

sam sighs, letting a hand come up to rub at the back of his neck. his eyes drift to the space immediately around them, as if checking to see how close the others were, just how much immediate privacy they might have. ] Listen- Cloud. You're new around here, yeah? Just came through the well? [ a beat, and then sam's hand drops, his attention fully on the other again with a kind of gentle seriousness. ] It won't take long, and you can leave whenever you want, but I'm pretty sure you have questions that you're not super comfortable with asking the people that are from here.