( Charles takes them but makes certain she is keeping some of her own, he said to split it intentionally, he's not going to take all her food from her. It is more of a stash than he was capable of getting and it will likely tide him over until the next day, which is something he was not looking forward to figuring out well. Sometimes the kindness of strangers does come through for him; he'd forgotten that in his dark spiral into skepticism. He used to be a very hopeful and positive man, and while he may never lose the edge he has now, he likes to think he could get partially back there. Whether she knows it or not, she's helping that.)

I don't believe I've heard of that before. But yes, I'm from England, originally. I moved to New York as a youth.

( He never lost his accent and returned to England once he could, but in the end, his New York estate became his forever home. What a horrible thing, living in a glorious mansion with his beloved students, at least in the future he hopefully will be. And yet he is here instead. With no obvious way forward outside of surviving.

He eats a dumpling and it eases some of the deep hunger that was starting to invade his body on top of the constant headache. The fact it also tastes good is appreciated given that he wasn't hoping for the best at this point. He was going to take what they had to offer.

He has no way of asking her about the blocks on her mind without being the person knocking at them, so he might have to wait.)

I've only been here a short time, I'm afraid it is very different from what I know. I lived in a quiet part of the state.