"Food it is." Trahearne's not great at comforting people outside, well, just telling them they have to keep doing shit. That's all he was ever really told, so... He headed back to the kitchen, reasonably sure that Cassian wouldn't be making another break for the door.

"Do you have a preference for anything in particular?" he called from a rectangular opening in the wall that looked over a tiny bar, a couple of chairs, and into the main area.

"I can't really cook," he admitted, as an afterthought.