[He raises a curious eyebrow as he takes the bag slowly from Noctis. Alright, he's not the brightest crayon in the box but he can sort of tell when someone's being dodgy. So...]

John. [He grins widely as he tucks the bag of shrimp into his bag.] And don't worry, I'll blame whoever cooked the shrimp if I end up hugging the porcelain.

[Can he really blame the guy for being distrustful? Not really. After all, they were all whisked away to this Brave New World against their will.]

Hell of a place, this place, huh Rocky?