"Course we are, Drake." Leonce smirked and patted the nano-boy on the shoulder, "If I didn't consider you a friend, what kinda person would I be?" Leonce offered a shrug of his shoulders as they turned into the mostly empty mess hall, spotting Esther within a moment in the predictable corner of the room. He flashed a grin at her before looking back to Drake, "Shall we?" Leonce led the way, getting into the line, grabbing a tray and a fork and quickly went down the row, dumping a host of roasted veggies onto his plate as well as strips of grilled (what Leonce assumed was) lab-grown chicken meat, and took a moment to find himself a glass of water which his chugged down before refilling it. His whistle wet and his plate full, he called out to Drake "I'll be at the table, take your time and don't get too many sweets."

He quickly made his way across the room and plopped down in the seat across from Esther, giving a glance back to make sure that Drake didn't look lost. "Thanks for saving us a seat," Leonce grinned as he put his hands up to his mouth and bowed his head, quietly speaking to himself "Bless us Oh Lord, and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive, from thy bounty, through Christ, Our Lord. Amen." He made no attempt to explain what he was doing to her, though he wouldn't have thought it unusual if she found his praying odd. There were fewer and fewer religious people nowadays, his late and great father being one of (what Leonce again assumed) what would be the last few practicing priests. "Your meal help you calm down?" Leonce asked before rolling his bottom lip as his fingers quickly popped out the lip rings and placed them onto his tray by the fork. His fingers wrapped around the fork and the utensil dug into his plate of food as he went on, "Not to say that you weren't calm. Just..." He paused to shove a bit of bell pepper and spinach into his mouth, "Aggressive... Yeah, aggressive." He shrugged and took another bite, rolling his jaw for a moment as he thought to himself whether or not to bother asking too many questions, then mentally shrugged at the notion. He had always been a blunt and forward person; no reason to mix things up now. "You've been starring at me a bit, y'know. S'it the piercings or the tattoos or...?" He didn't bother finishing his sentence, expecting her to either dodge the question all together or go with one of the two he put out.