Nao's been here long enough to know that no matter how well-intentioned the robots may be (programmed?), he's learned to be wary with just about everything he eats. It's fortunate though that since his arrival, he's made friends that he can trust should be ever find himself in...that kind of pickle.

From the corner of his eye, he glances over at the commotion, not recognize the guy. Looks like the robots roped in another one. It seems right around the time when the island would bring out an influx of new people. It's towards this time that he tries not to hope for much, to be able to see Taichi or even any of his friends again. The toast with strawberry jam and a side of scrambled eggs is hardly anything fancy, but it does remind him of breakfast time at home with his family.

The new guy's comment pulls him back from that kind of daydream.

"Man, you look stuffed! Haha, it must've been tasty for you to have that much. Is that your favorite food?"