Derrick sat down at the table and nodded in response to the digimon Angemon who responded to his comment. He sat back and leaned over the table. He grabbed a good chunk of food stating he wasn't a glutton but he wanted to eat as much as he could because he didn't know how much he would need in days to come. If it was the case that they were expected to come back he would return the food however as it stood he ate it slowly and methodically. He didn't want to overeat but he didn't want to not eat enough. He'd eat enough food that it would last him awhile in terms of energy but not enough to make him physically sick. He offered some of his food to his digimon companion Kapurimon who thanked him sincerely and the two of them ate slowly while listening to the others speak around them without adding much in the way of input. He figured if he heard something he could help with he'd chime in. If not well there wasn't much reason to talk. It wasn't like he knew these kids all too well and this whole concept of death being passed around the table like some sort of every day occurrence made him feel even more uneasy. He still had too much to live for and too much too do in life. It wasn't like he didn't appreciate what these people were doing for him at the same time it was their fault he was here in the first place so it all evened out he guessed. He didn't mind helping but the concept of dying here? In this weird unknown place...it didn't settle right with him.