Yeah, they're definitely not familiar with this body. Delta rustles around in his little store of fruits and presents Phalanx with something that looks vaguely like a persimmon and tastes vaguely like a cucumber. "I am happy to share. These can be found growing on some trees - they seem to be ripe when they turn this orange color."

He selects a second fruit for himself and takes a seat on some old storage containers he's dragged in for temporary furniture, gesturing for Phalanx to join him. Oddly, this sort of habitation isn't that unusual for him. He'd been on the run with York long enough back home that safehouses were far more common than anything he'd call a home, even if he already misses his D3 apartment in Proles and its comfort.

"You should probably claim a room for yourself," he says conversationally between bites, "but if you have difficulty, I can assist you."