Bennu glances over, one food tapping idly while he waits. "Not especially," he admits, almost as if confused by the question. "It's cold. The store was bright. I'm sort of like an insect, really - wanders at random, easily lured into bright, warm places. Ah."

The man on the phone had seemed about to say something, but instead was just looking at them for a moment before returning to his call. Bennu smirks. "Bennu Tammuz, by the way," he remarks. "I'd give an occupation, but that'd require having one."