He looked over to Sarah, and seemed to eye her skeptically. "It's not that I don't think she knows.  I'm just vocalizing my opinions on how best to ensure our continued survival. I'd rather say something unnecessarily, then not say it, and have my silence be responsible for an accident."<br/><br/>When Rika mentioned this very much being a safe place, it did little to assuage him.  Not that he shows it all that much, he was always a rather difficult person to read, due to his stony, stoic exterior.  But, he makes no mention of it any more, even if he continues to think about it.<br/><br/>Instead, he starts checking around the kitchen, and the pantry. He'd get a jar of peanut butter, and just get himself a big ol' tablespoon full of the stuff, reseal the jar, and put it back in its place. With a bottle of water, he'd find a seat in the dining room to just sit, and alternate between eating the peanut butter, and drinking.  He imagined someone might volunteer to make a meal soon, so he didn't want to spoil his appetite, but he still needed a little something.