"Mean what planet I was born on?" He eyes the knife. It's interesting, but he doesn't ask about it. He might later though, it's a good make.

He guesses that it wouldn't hurt to try the quiche. He goes to grab a plate and a spoon. Maybe not the perfect choice of silverware, but spoons work on almost anything.

"Centauri. But I was real little when I left, so I barely remember. Mostly kept up 'cause there were other Centaurians owned by the same fleet. Been world-hopping for most of my life, especially after I got sprung."

He can't even say he's with the Ravagers anymore. His whole clan's dead, Stakar didn't want him anyway, so he'll leave that bit out. "What's this called again?" He sits down with the plate.