[ Fitz takes half a step back as she picks up the bowl, careful to keep plenty of space between them. His gaze is cautious as he studies her, too, like he's not entirely convinced she isn't the one who's brought him here.

Which, to be completely fair, is kind of how he looks at everyone lately. ]

No.

[ That expansive answer's given after a too lengthy pause, tone guarded. But Fitz seems to realize it's hardly adequate, adding a moment later: ] I mean— yes. Sort of. Particularly when I've been kidnapped and locked in a creepy hotel with a bunch of strangers.