Well, it was a start. Chakotay sighed softly to himself before he moved around to place the various serving dishes on the table. Plates and utensils followed and though they weren't anything to really scream about as far as looks, they were something. He was, as he'd done back on New Earth, only trying to make it easier on both of them to live in this new and strange world. For however long they were stuck here, permanent or not, Chakotay wanted them -- Kathryn especially -- to be as comfortable as possible.

Which, he realized, was difficult with how he was acting, but then it had been difficult the first time around as well.

Taking his own seat, he offered her first choice of dishes, contemplating what had been going on lately. A thousand thoughts flitted through his head and so, in the effort of not losing contact and letting this be a silent meal, he spoke the first one that stuck.

"This is the first time since I got it that I haven't had it." His tattoo, he meant. "I don't understand how something that's such a distinct part of me could be taken and given to someone else."

An almost clinical observation of what was going on. They could start with that and see what the rest of the conversation held, couldn't they?