[ Abel's trying his best to be inobtrusive despite being a rather tall, lanky shape among so many others sadly huddled here. whether it's the morose mood in the air, or simply the weariness after a day's travels -- he's turning over what remains of the rations he's been given instead of eating them, perhaps gotten distracted half-way through his meal.

the offer of company does far more to brighten his spirits than the offer of food-- though, admittedly... he is sort of a glutton for both. the silver-haired man is giving a little start at being addressed, but... it melts into a warm smile that chases away the shadows of whatever had been there a mere moment prior, and he's accepting the ration-corner from his newfound friend with an earnest smile. ]

Ah-- did you hear my stomach growling...? E-embarrassing... I kindly told it to stop, but as it turns out? After feeding it this slop the past few days, we're not on speaking terms, I'm afraid...

[ it's nonsense; something silly, something to grasp for some lightness-- perhaps all he can offer in the way of thanks. ]