[Wade blinks in surprise at that, but he supposes Fenris isn't completely out of line to come to that conclusion. He's still not entirely comfortable with the way the Displaced are brought here, drugged into compliancy and shipped off to the safehouse like so much livestock. He doesn't blame Fenris for being suspicious.

Wade makes a show of casting a glance back at the kitchen.]

God, I hope not. I've been eatin' customer's leftovers for months now. Listen. How 'bout I order you a plate of tacos and we can split 'em? That way one of us can babysit if the other one starts actin' weird.