There's a slight hiss at Psii's reaction; it could be either to the physical pain of those claws scratching his hand, or the mental recoil of those thoughts and the emotional backlash of them. He relaxes again after a few moments, though he'd been tense well before Psii's reaction; perhaps now that they're on the same page and he's gotten the unpleasant task of filling Psii in on things he would have preferred to keep private, he's not as tightly wound. Or perhaps he just doesn't have the energy to spare on tension that's not needed right now.

{Food will be enough.} This is thought with some finality. There's a distinct impression that Schuldig will make it be enough, come hell or high water. {There'll still be risk, but it's always been there.} And now, at least, Schuldig's satisfied that if the worst comes to pass, Psii will know what to do. Just as Schuldig would know what to do if Psii somehow wound up a Helmsman - assuming unplugging him somehow wasn't an option.