[He follows her gaze to his tablet and smiles a bit sheepishly in return. None of it strikes him as childish (the cultural markers that say so have no meaning to him), but it's amusing to just about everyone else, he's noticed. That smile relaxes into something warmer as she allows him to stay.]

Likewise; I'm Enoch. Thank you for your generosity, Tifa.

[It may not be her house, exactly, but she was here before he was and had started the fire. As far as he is concerned, at the moment, she counts as the hostess here, with all the respect that requires. And normally this would be a passive sort of respect, accepting graciously all she would provide, but nobody is a provider here.

So, instead, he focuses on helping her with what tasks he can. Namely, that can that he's sure she would have opened now if she could. Unfortunately, his view of canned food is coming from the wrong direction.]

Does that can not come with a tab to open it with?