Joseph snapped back to reality as he heard the scolding voice behind him. "Oh, right," he said, turning back to see who'd spoken. "Sorry about that." The boy walked forward, closing in the gap between him and the person in front of him. After a short few seconds, he picked up his tray and started walking in front of the man distributing the food. He gave the man a brief smile and looked down at the wood between the two, eyeing the bowls and bread. He noted that the man had smiled as well. That was weird. Someone working in a place like that, glad? It just didn't make sense. Though it didn't have to. With one last glance at the man, the scarred boy lifted the tray and walked over to an empty table in a corner, sitting down.