Yeah. [She looks him over again, trying to shake the eeriness of it all.] I can get that. Maybe not the poison food part. Yet. Sure someone’ll try it eventually.

[His choice of words are interesting, but she looks back at the bottle, tracing the label with her thumb.]

Pretty everyone feels that way. This place could change in an hour and suddenly we’re all about to die. But it’s still better than home most days.