It's a strange thing to process even as he gestures for her to sit down so he can serve her the impromptu meal. He doesn't take the comment the way she means it, at first, because he's thinking about helping her carry her bedframe after she'd almost killed him. And then she took it out of his hands like it weighed nothing. If Jessica's strength is gone, so is hers, though, but the houses also come pre-furnished here. It's a jumbling mess of thoughts, waiting to see if she'll sit and eat before attempting to plate a portion for himself and prop up against the counter to eat it.

"Do you have a place to stay?" he asks after too long a beat, plate held against his chest and up out of dogs' reach. Surely, she doesn't mean... with him, so he doesn't answer in that way, writing off the possibility before it can take root in his head.