Body of a man, bottom half of a horse--really good doctors. Fixed my arm and saved my life.

[ Once he sees Bull eating, he's going to, too. It's not out of fear of it being poisoned, more that he has no idea what cultural norms are here. He's surprised it's not too bad. It's not a good slice of pizza, but you can't win them all.

Holy shit. He didn't realize how hungry he was until now. ]

They're real. Sort of. Different world from where I'm from. [ He presses his lips into a thin line, almost apologetically. ]