She had a point about the meat he thought as he combined everything into his chili. He hoped the heat of the chili would soften the under cooked potato.

"I'm David, I would say it's nice to meet you Jess but I really wish it were under different circumstances." He ventured a bite of his chili sopped potato, pleased to see that it had in fact softened some. "I've been here a few days. The fascination with me has died down, my squad and I were actually attacked by the Grey. I was the only survivor. Before you ask, I don't know some grand secret on how to kill them. I was lucky to get away, one of them kept my eye as a souvenir. What about you? Just arrive? Where from? How many did you lose?"

He knew better than to ask if she had lost anyone. It wasn't a question of if but how many.