I'm good at watching things and thinking fast when I need to. And getting people to talk to me, I guess.

[She's the most social of her ragtag group back home by far, and the one people tend to lend their trust to the easiest. So far here, she's had a lot of people talk to her, and she thinks that gives her some leverage here.

Her eyes look over at the fork and the way he's holding it. She decides to ditch her fork, because it tasted better being eaten with her fingertips. She at least daintily picks up a piece and pops it into her mouth. She's not completely uncivilized.]

I'm sure they have their reasons. I just don't want to mess anything up.