He nodded slightly, knowing exactly what she meant. It seemed the food here was something to be careful about, just like the vast majority of the food on this station. However, considering that he somehow survived here for a couple of years, probably nothing terrible should happen now. Probably.
“Well, I wouldn't call myself a total wimp in that department, but I wouldn't take any unnecessary risks either. Something that wouldn't be a test for my stomach, but also had at least a little bit of flavor would be ideal."
Indeed, everything Sunny said in sign language was immediately displayed on Roland's visor. The only problem was that he could hardly eat with his helmet on... And without it, he didn't understand sign language. Although, of course, he was not blind and could understand something from her facial expression or general gestures. All in all, the sight of the girl in front of him expressing herself in this unusual way was quite fascinating in itself.
"Then I guess I'll order the same as you. Money isn't much of a problem for me these days; I suppose there are advantages to having a full-time job. Actually, I'm somewhat curious to try something I've been missing out on... So, I'll skip the tea if you don't mind."
Having placed his order, Roland put his hands on the table and looked at Sunny again. It was a bit of a shame that he hadn't met her earlier, when he was still a Junker. But better late than never.
"Hm... Something to consider. I'll have to take off my helmet to eat, of course... But I won't be able to understand you without it. At least not fully."