"Good, yeah." Ah, Chris knows that expression. He's worn it enough times. He's not exactly an expert with social graces, but Jal in particular is pretty good at letting him know when he's about to hit a topic that won't go well for him. And he's here to make friends, so.

(In hindsight, staring at the guy while he ate probably wasn't a good start.)

"Anything good?" He juts his chin in the direction of the food. If he's put away that much of it, he must surely have an opinion.