Ah, approached with his mouth full. Classic food service tactic. Emily fussed with her coat—straitjacket??—collar for a moment so she wasn't just staring at him chewing.
"Well, you're hardly alone in that. Lack of exit doors doesn't seem like a great safety feature, does it? Even if we're not supposed to leave, for whatever reason, that's a bit…" She counted off on her fingers. "I'm gonna guess illegal. Definitely unethical. Aaaand potentially impossible."
She let her hands fall.
"A hoodie with a couple extra straps is high fashion? Ah, or is it the monochrome part? You seem like you're more into color."
She took a seat across from him—not quite straight across, because that seemed a little excessive for a stranger—and rested her forearms on the table. Take a… "toastie," y/n? Well, he didn't seem overly suspicious, and frankly if someone wanted to poison her here there were plenty of other opportunities. Might as well have something that'd been heated and intermingled with the offerer's own food.
"Sure, thanks." She took the next of the stack gingerly, rotating it for a moment in case any avenue of attack looked like a better bet than any other. "I'm Emily, by the way. It's nice to meet you."
