"That's probably just what they want you to think," Harry muttered under his breath, holding to that tried and true piece of wisdom, 'just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean your dinner isn't trying to kill you.'

Turning away from his foe to face the other man, who he was surprised to note actually looked close to his own age. Harry had almost resigned himself to the belief that he was going to be trapped on a space station full of immortal elves, talking ponies, bird men, and hormone addled teens and young adults. Actually finding a normal looking man over the age of thirty came as something of a relief.

"Sorry, I had a bad run in with some of their distant relatives. It's sort of colored me negatively towards the whole species." Of course, if poisonous avians wasn't enough to put him off chicken, the look he caught in Fluttershy's eyes as she looked at their plates upon joining them might have. Had he not known for sure no one on the satellite could use magic, he would have suspected there was something supernatural in the filly's ability to make him feel guilty. Even Inari hadn't managed that, and she was as cute as a button.

"Hey there Fluttershy, ready to rock the house down?" Sparing another glance at the chicken, Harry sighed in resignation. "Salad you say?"

Suddenly remembering the other man, Harry turned back and offered a hand. "Harry Dresden."