More than I have to...? Belatedly, Rezo realizes that she's trying to be considerate, but she's already gone off before he can even consider how to respond. So he doesn't, and remains seated, listening to the chatter of the dining hall.

Upon her return he accepts the bowl gratefully, with a smile. "Of course. It's certainly better than what they served at the labor camps." It's warm, for one thing. And he can smell the bacon- meat like this certainly wasn't something there'd been much of.