[ At that, Jean gives a small laugh; it's a little wet sounding, a little exhausted, but it's genuine. ]

Oh, he'd throw a fit about it. We don't have food like this back home, or something like that.

[ Jean raises one hand to press at his own forehead, easing the headache he can surely feel building. ]

Lets get you cleaned up first, though. Need to figure out if those cuts on your legs need stitches.