Sam's peeling back the shell of one of his eggs when he hears someone's tray slide onto the table beside him. He keeps to himself and his egg as Tieria sits down, setting the brown shell aside and flattening the prongs of his fork into the hard-boiled egg and against a slice of fried bread. He's careful - he still doesn't understand this place, its workings or its people. For the moment, he'd rather keep all of those things at arm's length. With some luck and vigilance, he hoped to observe things from a distance, and understand them safely.

He glanced up at the other Lancer's advice, just in time to see a fresh egg being placed at his tray. He looks at it briefly; it's a small kindness, but one he hadn't expected.

"... have to bear it in mind, then." He picks up his bread and nods, briefly. "I'll thank your kindness."