"She's amazing to watch no matter the situation," he assures her. Stoic as he is, he does see how amazing these animals are. Even if he doesn't gasp and plaster his awe across his features. Holding pragmatism and appreciation simultaneously is a fine line to walk effectively, but he's spent a lifetime doing just that.

"Goats or cattle. We vary it as much as we can between those two. She always gets over one hundred and forty kilograms of meat a day. Enough for eight people with hearty appetites." As her keeper, he has to prove he's doing his part. Or as much of it as he can when his hands are tied by budgets and company politics. "But you're right, ideally we'd feed her something closer to her natural diet. Except that would mean extremely expensive meals and we're not able to provide those yet."

After a moment, he finds himself sharing even more. Things he's only mused upon in private, and preoccupied his own time figuring out. "What I'd like to do is find a way for her to earn her meals. Like hiding them in puzzles, or giving her a way to chase the food that would actually give her a run for her money."