Badd watched the strange display with a deadpan expression and his fork halfway to his mouth. It reminded him of the way Gumshoe made Missile take medication, closing the dog's mouth around the pill and stroking his throat to make him swallow it.

Which turned out to be nearly what the man was doing. "Dunno. It's always come pretty naturally to me," he said, finishing the route of fork to mouth. "So what are you, some kind of alien? Robot? You act like you're new here." At 'here' he gestured to the cafeteria around them, as well as to the man himself. Seemed to be new at being human, too. Badd had learned to accept these things with grace.