Kuroda shook his head, unaware of her reasoning behind her choice of meal, or whatever background led her to think that way. He, on the hand, simply ordered what he thought sounded particularly delicious, since most of his fitness came from combat and training anyway. "Don't worry, I trust my people to keep themselves alive, but I don't think they're going to get attacked before we go down there ourselves tomorrow. Keller's more likely to raze a local colony or attack a defenseless supply freighter or something," he said with disgust, trying his best not to think about all of the innocent blood he had seen spilled on account of the Arbiters. It was amazing that, after all this time, he still had yet to figure out what their motivation was to do all this.