Whether or not Ezra's thirsty is hardly the point. Ezra's hardly going to turn down a chance for more juice. That's not something he can take with him as easily as food, and he still can't help but think like a kid on the streets, that he needs to take advantage of opportunities for food when he can, because he doesn't know when he'll get one again.

"Okay!" he says quickly, getting up from his seat, too. His hands dart under the dejarik table for his box of food - still saving it, but not willing to leave it unattended. Another hangup he can't get over yet.

So while Garth'zel is busy, Ezra busies himself, too, finding and drinking the rest of his juice.

And maybe investigating the galley for a few minutes. You know, just looking. He just wants to know what's there. (If Garth'zel comes looking for him, he's likely to find Ezra poking his nose into a storage cabinet. Otherwise, the boy will head back to the lounge once he thinks it's likely that Garth'zel will be back too.)