[What's that?? A grumpy girl complaining about not having anyone to talk to?! Oz Vessalius is ON THE CASE. Normally he'd probably take this opportunity to deliver a Grade A Host Club Reply™, something like I'm surprised you have to talk to yourself at all, you seem like the sort of person people would flock to! but...

Well, creepy post-head surgery funland isn't exactly the time or the place for harmless flirting. SO INSTEAD, she just gets a reassuring smile from where he is at another table, empty plate set before him.]

There's a really nice lady here who can make good food out of the ingredients in there! It may not be a lot, but it's better than toasted bread.

[Which is totally what Oz had planned on trying to make before Belgium had mercy on his dumb soul.]