Still refusing to wither under the sun's glare, Chiron knows that wandering aimlessly around the fields will provide them with little useful work to do. He feels somewhat out of place with a company like this, though he can't say whether it is out of a sense of superiority or inferiority. Why should of all the people he be thinking that anyways? He tries to shake off the uncomfortable thought and smiles at Hammer's comment. "Logically, indeed. But we are erratic creatures... and I would do just the same about meals."