Theo followed her immediately, setting aside fear and suspicion of being posioned or recieving a fork through the eye and sat across from her as she had ordered. Inside it burned him to be behaving so obediently. This sort of behaviour was not common for Theo; by this point when running into a Norm, he's already run the equivalent of...oh, say, New York the long way. He didn't quite know if he should take food or wait until she offered it to him verbally, so he let his hands rest on his lap and - as per her saying so, felt almost nearly comfortable to speak. Theo forced his mouth into action.
"My name is Theo Fletcher, I'm 37 and I've been beaten up more times than I can count by Normals and Differents alike - I have an offsetting personality, a mouth that runs over sometimes, and a decent upper-cut."
In his head he muttered something along the lines of wishing he knew what the emotional link thing was like, almost being envious of them for it. But he left it at that, assuming that anything personal would be too much and on the far side of irrelevant as well as annoying to the Different woman sitting across from him, eating veggies and not much else. Theo himself had managed to cram some food into his mouth before leaving his humble abode. The prospect of eating didn't have any appeal at the moment. He knew, though, that if she told him to eat he'd have to.
Beyond that, he felt like a caged animal. Few other thoughts managed to fight their way to the fore of his conciousness.