Ignoring the fact her hands were fairly grubby, Mabelle licked her palms of any traces of juice, having completely eaten everything but the stem. There really was no point in keeping up any pretenses of dignity, not in front of him. While still plenty hungry, she wasn't going to press her luck. With the scarcity of fresh food in the winter and people going mostly off what little reserves they had, it had been nearly impossible to find anybody willing to help her when she had nothing to offer in exchange. Nothing she could do that people couldn't do just as well themselves.
"I don't know," she admitted with a shrug in response to his questions, twirling the leftover stem between her fingers idly. There really wasn't much more to add, because she hadn't even thought that far ahead. "Plans haven't done much good. And I think my shoes were stolen."