She shook her head in bewilderment. "I don't know. I have no idea. And I'm not sure I want to know, to be honest."
She picked at her food, her appetite gone in light of this, and sat there in silence for a long moment, then took a deep breath and met his eyes once more. "I'm not going to worry about it. I'm not going to try and figure it out. If I get some insight, fine. If not, I'm here to play football, damn it. Not converse with people I've never met in some bloody insane journal!"
Determinedly, she picked up her fork again and took a bite of the gyro meat, then a bite of hummus on the bread. Methodically, she chewed it until she couldn't taste it anymore, then remembered to swallow.
And she couldn't help but think he was write. It tasted... off.