Ah, right. Food. Adrasteia smiles and picks up a piece of toast before also grabbing some meat and cheese and a few scraps of greens and stacking them atop one another. "Thank you," she says, and before she can think of some other foolishness to express herself with, takes a bite of her open sandwich stack.

It's pretty good, actually. The coffee wasn't terrible either, a point of fact in favor of the kitchens here. Her hands rest in her lap as she chews and her eyes look over various details of the room once more instead of watching him eat. It's nice, she tells herself, this room and this person and this moment. It's not terrible.

So many things have been terrible.

She swallows, and clears her throat, before pouring more coffee. "I'm glad I came here." A pause. "I considered running away, before. More than once."