[Frieda casts her eyes down at the confirmation. Lahabrea's subdued mood already told her that his ceaseless investigations yielded no results. However, something else must take precedence right now...]

Please have something to eat first of all! Let me invite you.

[She offers him one of the menus at their table. With her newcomer allowance, she can afford to be generous. She feels for the grief-stricken man and wants to provide him with some comfort, however small. Her voice is low as she continues to speak, but there's no need for caution as the other guest are submerged in their own conversations.]

Would it at all help you to tell me more about your situation? Why will your people need to be sacrificed for the survival of your homeworld?