Nanda was rather suspicious of the food they were giving him. The champagne given to all the passengers at the departure point contained a coma virus, so he really didn't want to go around and eat more poisonous, or otherwise dangerous and penalizing stuff. Taking his notebook off his pocket, he started writing non-stop. "......poisoned food. They'll serve us rotten food. They'll serve us food that'll make us inapt to do anything useful in the actual Exam. They'll serve us food that'll make us turn on each other and kill each other." he was muttering to himself while writing, when suddenly the soda man from before came by and greeted him. "H-Hello...." he stopped writing and spoke with a rather low voice. The preliminaries' first stage was over and, as such, he didn't really need to feel so uptight about working together with others. He felt more like it was a "in times of need" ind of partnership, something he didn't really want to broaden.
Either ways, anybody connected to him fell into great disasters. From falling down HUGE staircases, to being eaten by a volcano's lava, to die frozen in the coldest snow storm ever. That was the meaning of being around Nanda Kurotsuki. Even his name was rather enticing. What, Black Moon? It was certainly a foreboding name. He had questioned himself many times if he was really going to presence the falling of the moon into the Earth.... Shrugging it off for a bit, he realized the man was still there. "W-What is it? Do I have something you want?" he asked, kind of afraid of the man. He looked WAY too confident about himself and optimistic, the clear opposite of Nanda.