Hunk waits for her to finish all of her questions, because as soon as she asked the second one he realized she was giving him more of a battery than a survey. The texture was a weird place to start- has she ever eaten a bug? He tries to look thoughtful, while mulling over how to articulate that bugs aren't exactly... unique what with them all having legs and exoskeletons and-

Then he makes a loud, horrible hacking noise as he doubles over onto the ground, emitting guttural noises somewhere between a pack of dry-heaving chain smokers and sheet metal angrily vibrating in galeforce winds. He regrets eating every meal he's ever eaten in his entire life, whimpering out a raspy, shrill "this is how I die" before... everything stops.

Or, well, that nauseous feeling does, and he whines out a pained "What just... why..." before he takes a moment to just. Be glad he's breathing. And dread the series of choices that brought him to this moment.