What are my options, really? [He walks past Eithan so that he can set the basket down in a safe place, far away from everything. The Iskaulit is great for that. There's so much space, even in the unclaimed apartments.] Starve until I get back to my ship, or...

[He stretches his arms in front of him and then his fingers.]

I like you, Eithan, but I do not have any interest in eating charcoal.