[ Amos pushes himself off from the wall at the sight of the plates, joins Geralt by the counter for his own, immediately twirling a hefty amount of pasta onto a fork. Seems like a good idea for a real-world dinner tonight. He's plenty happy with it; is already eating by the time Sam asks his question, beer set down next to his plate on the counter.

His gaze clicks from Sam to Geralt when the latter speaks up. If he didn't already know the both of them, this would feel something like an ambush. Like something's going to be demanded of him, and maybe it's something he wants nothing to do with, and maybe it's a meeting where not everybody leaves alive. Wouldn't be the first time it's happened to him.

Except he likes Wings and Hunter as much as he likes anyone in this world, and Wings' introduction feels a lot like Holden before he'd finally get to the point, so Hunter's auto-translate feature is welcomed. He takes his time chewing and swallowing before speaking up, directing his gaze at the both of them. ]

No shit, huh? [ He isn't surprised in the slightest; mildly curious, maybe. ] Yeah, I don't think they're really what they seem. I've been out in the Primary Settlement past couple of days now, only fuck if I know what I'm looking for. Just that something seems up. What do you guys know?