[Sanji is used to thinking about starving on that rock as a child; already small arms too skinny before him, as he worked to ration what little he had. As he dropped the last bit of bread. He regrets throwing food away on the Orbit.

It's because of this he really, really wants a smoke. Even if this hunger isn't...really his own; not this time. He would know. He's hungry, sure, but nowhere close to on that damned rock then.

But the memory is compounding with something else- that something which he trips over-] Well maybe try being bigger and you won't get run over, you little... [Brat...mouse...thing. It's very small but the gravely voice leads to thinking this may not be anyone young.] Mouse? Whatever you are.

[He growls, but despite his irritation, works to stand without squashing the critter further. All the shoving is annoying. More annoying than trying to coordinate these absurd limbs and tails. He's standing after a minute, shaking rain out of his fur.] There. Happy? You might wanna get out of here. There're beasts out here way bigger than me that might make an easy snack out of you. [....Sanji would be lying if he said he'd not thought about it already. But he's an omnivore, and not...the deep hunger isn't coming from him. Is it from...this guy...?]