As she sits, the fingers on her elbow naturally trail up to her shoulder, and he pauses to give it a slight squeeze.

"Alrigh'. You just sit tight. One terrifying and yet somehow appetising meal, comin' right up."

He had the sudden and inexplicable urge to run his fingers through her hair - and absolutely did not follow up on it, instead pulling his hand away completely and heading for the food replicators.

Fuckin' idjit.