There was a sound of delighted laughter from her as she watched him, rubbing her now tender ear with one hand. It was a good thing she'd cooked plenty, and even better that she was a decent cook when she had proper ingredients. She'd never be Le Cordon Bleu like her grandmother, but she did well enough with the basics. Leaning back, she just watched him eat, grateful that her stomach wasn't doing flip flops any more.<br/><br/>"Don't eat too quickly or you'll make yourself sick...", she teased even as she got up to refill his glass or bring more food as he needed it. She'd made enough to feed a small army. She watched for a bit longer, still wondering about how he'd gotten there, and why he was in the shape that he was in. After a while, she finally decided to broach the question.<br/><br/>"You look like you've been through a month in Frostchild at full crisis, cowboy...why?" Fairchild, of course was where they'd both been under prolonged pressure and stress, but it had only been a few days. And yet, she thought he looked like he'd been there a month said something for how worn he looked. Especially since it had just been over two weeks since she saw him and he looked fine.<br/><br/>"For that matter, how'd you end up with Charlie. Hell, how'd you know about the mission in the first place?" Once the questions started, they just flowed like a river from her mouth. "Not that I'm complaining, but I don't understand. That's one part of my life that I keep separate. Just like I keep whatever it is we have separate." She wasn't really demanding the answers immediately, but she wanted to let him know they were there, and she did want them. But she'd let him decide how to answer them at his own pace. He was too worn out for her to do otherwise.