Laszlo jerks forward slightly on being released, as she'd caught him mid-stride and the momentum had been frozen alongside him. He files that information down somewhere in the back of his mind.

He makes no further move toward her, though, only adjusting his cuffs like he is being very casual about the whole thing.

"Woman, I think the better question is measuring hunger against stupidity. There are plenty of meals out here who won't be such a ball ache to murder, I'm sure."