Marcos grinned.  "Isn't it obvious?  To have dinner.  Please...help yourself."  He indicated the food after pouring her the wine.  He looked her over once and then looked at her face.  "You hate the outfit."  He chuckles.  "it's alright, if it were me, I'd be in my leather and trench, but Kiryuu insisted that I dress up in this get up."  He pours himself a cup of wine and then sets down the bottle.  Picking up his glass, he walks back to his window.  "We don't find many wandering by themselves in the Desert Wastes.  Those we do are usually dead.  You, however, are alive and mostly healthy, save for your hunger.  Why is that?"