[She's still tracking the sandwich. It's pretty mesmerizing. The thing must have at least a modicum of structural integrity despite its appearance, otherwise more than a handful of its contents would have escaped thus far, considering how active the thing has been.]

Well.

[It takes a moment for her to swap contexts and refocus on the man himself. She furrows her brow.]

First of all, tell me truly. Have you...experienced an apocalypse before?

[She's thinking of home, of course, and it being somewhat further along in the slow slide into oblivion. But she has a point in bringing it up. She then gestures vaguely toward his sandwich.]

Second of all, what possessed you to create that monstrosity? Where did you learn such a thing was even possible?