[Worth it to witness that curve of a smile at Alex's first bite, clear evidence of enjoyment. This has all developed out of spontaneity on Cain's part - spurred by shallow reasons, because he saw an attractive woman, demure and divided from the crowd - but he doesn't have actual ulterior motive. Now that he's learned she's yet another of the displaced, Cain's fine to let this separate after a brief meal. He's certain they'll see each other again.

Chewing off the corner of his own, fresh crepe bread warming fingers through the wrap, he takes a moment to swallow. Then,]

Nothing. Really. [Dark eyes travel over their surroundings. Tall buildings, lights, crowds, strange technology cluttered into every corner. Heat radiates off the concrete, and even that is unfamiliar.] Spaceflight, maybe. They've got a couple colonies out by some other planets, so guess that's the same.

[Cain holds out the dessert in his hands.]

Wanna trade bites?