[Xiao Xingchen is more than ready to change the topic. As he eats, he can only wish he could make a better assessment of the man, in the same way others can read him. The silence as they both take a bite of their respective skewers feels as if it lasts minutes, rather than a few seconds as he chews and swallows in as tidy of a fashion as he can. He still doesn't dare to speak with food in his mouth, but he tries to be quick in speaking up again.]

Are you one of those who recently came--[the smile he puts on flickers further as he catches himself]... was taken to this place?

[Though he assumes a bit from that comment about the rabbits alone. His sense of time has been tested, where day and night and day melt into each other, but he overhears talk of new people in what feels like certain intervals.

On top of that, he realizes that he's perhaps become too comfortable with this place. Even forgetting the nature of why he is here.]

I do not mean to pry, of course. I only hope I can be of help.

[He's as willing to be helpful as he is hesitant to ever ask for any for himself.]