Menachem turned towards her and eyed her in confusion, trying to figure out her intent. She seemed to mean it genuinely. "Sorry, must have missed it. If you don't mind paying I'd be a fool to refuse, but.. You know you're being really foolish. You don't even know my name." He met her smile with a small smirk. "If you don't mind taking the risk to eat with a stranger, then I will be happy to eat with you." He was hungry and freezing cold from the rain, this suited him just fine.