Sunshine's gaze follows his glance, but she looks away again almost immediately.

"I don't know."

She can't... really imagine her next conversation with Thirteen.

"I guess it depends on you, though, wouldn't it? What you... do," another glance at the thermos, and away, "in the future."

Whether he chooses to seek his meals from patrons, or seeks his meals from the Bar.

A thought strikes Rae, though, and she looks up at him. Damn, he's tall. "Has anyone mentioned the rules of this place to you?"