Oh. Really?

[Is it rude to say that someone doesn’t look like the poisoning type? Probably not, but he still hesitates and decides against it in the end. There’s something in this person that strikes Giorno as a little too gentle for random poisonings on the first night in a new world — but then again, you never know.]

I wasn’t worried about you poisoning me, anyway. Sometimes these things get spikes. [Still, he’s comfortable enough with it, since he goes ahead and drinks. It’s warming. Better because he didn’t have to pay for it, naturally.]

[It’s easy to trust someone who speaks about a little cat with so much affection. Considers her a person, a comrade, even. Easy to smile, too, as he watches her make a fishy mess.]

Well, I could, but I want to say it right if that’s not her name . . . No one will want to kiss her for a little while after this, either. Fish breath. [Hm. He taps his nails against his cup, thoughtful, and cocks his head at Emil.] I’m glad you have her, at least. The first little while here is hard if you’re alone. Especially if your world is very different from this one.

[Which, well, he has to imagine it is. He’s never heard of anything even remotely like a “silent world”.]