[ That laugh earns a displeased furrow of the brow, but he's too occupied taking a bite; Gen at least has the minimum level of manners to chew and swallow before droning, ]

What, you make a habit of just handing out supplies then? ... not that I care if you're determined to starve yourself.

[ So he says, but despite his pretense at flippant apathy, he's clearly cagey about why anyone would bother giving up their sparse rations in this sort of setting. He absolutely suspects Ernesto of having some sort of ulterior motive. ]