A man was approaching. No, a boy. Couldn't be much older than him, if he had to guess. Ki-Se watched the other intently, seemingly not even bothering to blink (not that it mattered with how his hair was shielding his face from view). His meal. The other worked for the man or something then? Ki-Se growled at the other boy, his hands snaking out of the cage to defiantly knock the tray over. Perhaps a mistake for he was starving. But he didn't trust the food to not have been tampered with.