There are a number of people here. Maybe they're hidden by the crowd.

Hello, Kit. That's your favorite food?

[Knives. Not a lot of people in the Metal Clan need something like that. Kuvira takes the berry, hefting its roundness and firmness in her fingers, and bends the metal of her armguard into a point sticking out past her fist. She uses that to cut out a small part and hands the rest back.] Here you go.