"Natasha." There's no sense in keeping her name a secret either. She's sure one of the workers here will blurt it out the moment she tries to ignore them.

Taking the plate, she stares down at the food as if it'll give her more insight to the man and his background. Home fries, southern? He seems to fit the part well enough, but that does her little good here. He did say his world didn't have any form of technology so trying to play smart is only going to earn her more of a headache.

"They provide this for us?"