Whew seems to be the running theme here. R relaxes at the smile, his shoulders falling a little because the shuffling forward on Hans' part still pings him on the "must be friends" level that's from his zombie days.

He turns toward the case as Hans joins him, making the first of many mistakes in the Arena - he presents his back to the man, showing trust just because he seems like a nice enough guy. R looks up at the donut, surprised, staring at it because he has to wrack his brain to remember what it was. Donut. Coffee and late nights. He probably used to pig out on these way back in the day, he thinks.

"Wow, thanks!" R flashes his teeth - they're nowhere as straight or princely-white as Hans's - and takes the donut, doesn't stop to think that one little pastry could tie him down. He pauses, about to take a bite, and then remembers Eponine. Right, yeah. This goes to her. The donut vanishes into his pajama's pocket. "Where'd you get it?"

Mistake two: showing his hand and just how little he knows about his surroundings. Hans couldn't have found an easier target. R half-turns to him, both hands resting on the glass case. Because he's only been alive a few days, it hasn't occurred to him that a poker face could be important.