"Oh, the rooms. Right." Desmond replied flatly, as she filled his plate. He recalled the fact that they didn't actually have any room for him during the event. A few trainers, including himself of course, were forced to reside at the Pokemon Center during the tournament. He didn't say anything; It wasn't a problem. He was used to sleeping in chairs, anyways. Though he did note that it was pretty bad for his back. Couldn't be helped, though. Unless he decided to sleep on the cold floor.

Looking down at his plate for a moment, he looked back at her as she introduced herself; Her big smile seemed very approachable, and helped Desmond relax a little. "Desmond. Pleased to meet you." He replied, offering a much smaller smile than hers, but it didn't mean it was less genuine. She seemed like a nice person; So when she offered to sit together, he figured he'd accept. It would be nice to talk to someone; Wandering by yourself could get lonely now and again, and drain some of your social skills. Not that Desmond was very good at socializing to begin with, but whatever, ya know?

"That sounds great! I'll just finish my plate, real quick." He answered, turning and glancing around the table. He scooped out some brown gravy and poured it on top of the beef, mouth watering in an embarrassing fashion that he wasn't aware of. He also put some mixed veggies on the side of his plate, along with one of the pudding cups he decided to take regardless of his earlier thoughts. 

He looked down at the plate with the look of a hunter ready to devour his prey; except because he wasn't threatening whatsoever, it just looked silly and/or a little stupid.

This soldier was armed, and ready for war.