[It's a plain, empty warehouse. Jaune thought about renting a hotel room-- just because he could--but he settled on something more removed, instead.

He hadn't bothered to try and attack Emerald. He hadn't even spoken to her yet. He stared at her impassively, moving to a table and picking up a nondescript box.]

We'll get to that, don't worry. Pizza? Knowing you, I'm sure you can smell it. You'll do anything not to starve. Even rely on someone who wants you dead. It's almost sad.