Zach tentatively smiled back before settling himself at the table, depositing the papers on top of it as well. He noticed the priest's eyes roaming over his injuries again, the look on his face a clear indication of how he still felt about them. It still surprised him how extreme cruelty and extreme care stood side by side in humanity, often even within the same human. He'd watched turn their backs on each other in the street every day, and then reach out to an orphaned animal of all things and cry when it died. He'd seen people help a perfect stranger and stab their closest family in the back. He wondered what it would take for this priest to betray someone. On the outside, he pulled the milk towards him with a small smile on his face.

"I don't know anything about elephants, but I think I know where you're coming from. I guess... I guess I've just been so used to watching my back that it kind of took me off guard that I didn't think to do it now," he said quietly, not quite meeting the priest's eyes. Let's see how far he could get with disarming honesty. 

"It's nice out here. Peaceful. I bet everyone tells you that, though. You get a lot of strays like me?" the last words were said with a self-deprecating tone that made it clear he didn't think very highly of 'strays like himself'.