The silence was well enjoyed, relaxed yet held a full status of alert as he rested. This was the better rest he had since waking up, slightly louder then the wilderness and insects but... tolerable. The slight murmurs of voices and movement was well noted as his shifted to slouch further in his seat. The chair kicked back on to legs, supporting the weight of the behemoth of a man with a screech of wooden cries. Yet, after the complaining of the chair it seemed well enough to support for a while, though a clearing of a throat made him lower the chair back down to the floor before the lids of his eyes shot back.<br/><br/>There she was... finally, the dirty service girl greeting him with a smile and coffee. Moving his feet off the table, they dropped to the floor with a solid thud as he came to lean up straighter in the chair now. Reaching his hand up he pushed to the mug back to the girl, speaking in a low raspy voice as he did so.<br/><br/>"Coffee and food..."<br/><br/>The forearm of his right and left arm came to cross over one another, feeling that wet sensation of blood under the other forearm as he looked at the woman's traveling gaze. His own gaze followed her trail, looking down to the torn flesh, chucks were missing in spots, but there was more long like gashes then chunks missing. It was red and clearly pronounced new and recently happened. He stared at the place a bit longer, watching as fresh blood welled up when his arm tensed before drawling back.<br/><br/>"Any food that doesn't taste like dirt."<br/><br/>No further explanation came from the man, surly the woman wasn't that stupid to not understand what he meant by that. In either case his arms came up to cross over the front of his chest looking at the lingering stare of the woman, there was either something very off in her brain or she was intrigued by the sight of blood, which ever it was he didn't like the stare.<br/><br/>"Got a problem? If not then getting my food would be nice..."