Zechs had been suspiciously eyeing the array of food, wondering what among the offerings would be tampered with. (Because; the Peacekeeper was quite clear it was not unlike the Augur. There would be items which were altered. Inevitable.)

(Just as it was inevitable that he'd given in and partake, damn the consequences.)

But he saw a man stare longingly at his own plate - clear hunger and yearning on his face. Yet, was it a lack of trust which held him back, as it did Zechs? It was hard to say, even if it wasn't apparent from his expression.

"You've every right not to trust what we've been offered," Zechs observed quietly, "yet we can't avoid eating forever."