"There will be more food," Xavier said a little caught off guard by the question. Did they he think this was the only time he was allowed to eat true food while afterwards they had to go back to government issued 'food'? "I will take care of breakfast and dinner, you guys are on your own for lunch, but feel free to raid the fridge and cabinets for whatever you want. I just need to put a call in to some people to get more food. Any of you are free to help me cook," He said turning to put the offered plates to him in the sink. He would rinse them off and put them in the dishwasher later. He doubted any of the would really help him cook as he doubted they knew much about the ingredients in question, but he made to comment, and it wasn't like he could take it back now.
"They probably have seen everything they need to," Xavier agreed with Aika, "But just because they know it is there doesn't give them the right to see it."
Xavier turned his head slightly, there it was again. Vena. No, he had to be mishearing it, or Xena was saying it with a slight lisp. Still it seemed the girls were quick to room together, for desired support? He doubted the boys would be quite so willing to give up their newly found independence. Still, he did not miss that Xena felt comfortable around Aika, he would have to remember that, and he would have to write it in his report.
Bunny? Odd, how did she know about bunnies? Did they have them on their planet? Or did she learn about them from his? He was almost tempted to ask, but she wished to leave. While she wasn't quite as forthcoming as Aika in terms of introductions, he still appreciated that she would say that. Why bunny? Was that what the others called her? Her family? Or was that what the guards called her? Bunny. It fit.
Free to think for a moment, his mind came to a quick halt as he realized he didn't lock his own bedroom door. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out a cigarette from his pack and tucked it into the corner of his mouth. He didn't want to smoke in the kitchen as he doubted they were used to the smell, and he didn't want to potentially ruin their appetite. Stepping out of the kitchen, he pulled out a cheap plastic lighter and flicked it own.
Xavier tucked the light back into his pocket when the smoke was lazily floating in front of his face. Free from the kitchen, he too made his way up the stairs, but not to look at the rooms, he had already had his room set up, now he just needed to enforce his privacy. Walking past the open doors where the four were gathered, he moved closer to his own and looked behind him to make sure no one had decided to stick their heads out before cracking his door open and looking into the dark room for a moment before closing it again and locking it. If he had gone in to check on things, he doubted he would be coming out for a long time.
Sliding the key back into his pocket, he took a drag from his cigarette blowing the air and watching it bounce and float along the surface of the wood. He contemplated telling them his room was off-limits, but the locked door should be enough to tell them that. Which reminded him, it was time for a check in.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cellphone and cycled through the contacts until he came to one listed simply as 'Work'. Pushing it in, he went through the standard process of giving his identification number until finally the line on the other end was picked up,
"Agent Wilson checking in," He said, his voice even as he leaned against the door, the burning cigarette nearly forgotten as it hung in the corner of his mouth.
"No, nothing to truly support, they are roughly what I expected from the information I was given," He paused leaning his head back against the wood, "No extra security needed. Yes. No. Yes. Yes. Yes. Understood."
With that, he tapped on his phone and ended the conversation. One check-in done. Four hundred and fifty-nine to go. Xavier looked at the ceiling of the hallway, his sharp green eyes tracing every line and pool of paint as a part of his mind urged him to turn around and check the room. What if something was out of place? What if... what if... what could it hurt if he just took a quick peek?