[He's stressed, okay? Especially with certain people POINTING KNIVES AT HIM when he's already half expecting someone to try to murder him at any second.
He mixes the dried food with hot water, then goes to ransack the cabinets in search of coffee...but not before shooting a nervous glance over at the guy with the knife. Several pauses for more cautious glances later, he manages to find a jar full of dark brown powder.]
Instant...why am I not surprised? Whatever, at least it's coffee...
[And one more look over at the GUY WITH THE KNIFE.]
You're not going to stab me if I open the drawer for a fork and spoon, are you?
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He mixes the dried food with hot water, then goes to ransack the cabinets in search of coffee...but not before shooting a nervous glance over at the guy with the knife. Several pauses for more cautious glances later, he manages to find a jar full of dark brown powder.]
Instant...why am I not surprised? Whatever, at least it's coffee...
[And one more look over at the GUY WITH THE KNIFE.]
You're not going to stab me if I open the drawer for a fork and spoon, are you?