"The only meat you'll get around here are cooked and fried camel spiders, or perhaps just camels. Cheese, well I rather not know what they actually make that cheese out of.. It ain't normal milk that's for sure.. I tend to stick to my military ration, I mean they are from somewhere before the second world war but they sure do beat the hell out of the food you get around here." He snickered as he spun around on the chair once again with his arms out and faced the bartender, "I'm just kidding I reeeaaaaally love your food barkeep, I love it so much I can't even get myself to eat it and that is why I never eat here." He smirked, the bartender grunted and grimaced at him before going off. 

He turned to the man, "So you fix metal .. so you are a welder? Or just a blacksmith? You don't dress like one that is for sure, with your fancy .. semi-clean clothes." He grinned again as he spun around to the girl. "Good question, however most things around here are filled out with chemicals or some shit to be able to sell more of it. Trust me, never drink someone's home made moonshine around here.. It will be the death of you like it has to many others.." He smirked behind the mask and ran a hand through his hair. Twirling one of the strands of hair into a roll almost making a dreads curl. Peering idly between the two as he leaned back on the bar and slid his hand out on it. Letting out a relieved sigh.