Between one topic and the next, B moved a lingering, unblinking gaze to the lunch-line, to the girl attempting to be rousing, and finally to Endrance, who B then decided had a name that clashed with his hair and outfit. He dismissed the man's second and main concern- never mind the overbearing, nameless mass of nurses and their beastly male counterparts, the meals entirely lacked real substance. And by substance he meant sugar. White sugar. Supplemented with caffeine, the taste of fruit, or both... he had no intention of being picky. Actually, perhaps he had understated the gravity of his displeasure.

For the matter that was currently at hand however, he could definitely work with that- Endrance's reluctance to fight back against the cat that had attacked them. "Exactly," he said, licking grease off his fingertips and reaching for his juice, "I noticed that you seem capable of fighting, so it seems odd that you wouldn't do so at first...." In addition to the following and calling and wistfulness before the creature actually turned aggressive, that is.