Pretending that it was acknowledged earlier Dorian found a way to carry around rations despite the painted on suit that doesn't exactly appear to have storage space (....unless it does), he cocks his head quizzically. "I didn't exactly find a feast waiting, but there does seem to be enough for a few days..."

He trails off, because. Ben-Hassrath, former or no. "Please don't tell me they're brimming with poison or some such thing I ought to be much more paranoid over."