Kos didn't pay much attention. Once it was established that this pilot was not a threat, he ceased to be something to notice much of by Kos. When he wanted to be, he put off his own stereotype and could be rather intelligent, observant, and witty, but only if it suited him. It didn't suit him often because he agreed with what someone told him once,' Yer's a smert brein, Kos... bit ter bad is a lezy en too." He just didn't find something that made him awake his brain too often. The Capt'n did, but only when they talked. they had a lot on common, and he liked talking to her, when she wasn't busy. So, at the moment, the large, hulking frame of a man retreated into his own mind, and chewed some of the grub. It was tasty, spicy, spelled and tasted better than it looked. But it was too low class for the Cap't, so he finished his meal in silence, avoided the drinks after he saw her reaction, and stood when she did. He gave Wyatt a look that told him to mind his manners with Cal, or he would regret it. Kos never had much of a mind for bargaining, but, when he had to, he had a set price in his head for what something was worth, and he wouldn't give anything more, or less.<br/><br/>"We goin' semwhere fer ye tah eat, Capt'n?" He asked, ignoring Wyatt now.