[Julia had hardly spoken to anyone since Bathsheba and her silence had persisted still when they were run out of Empire City. Less for a lack of words to say and mostly because now she felt she had no one to really say them to. The trials of the times they endured traitorously falling short in comparison to the ugly truth she had learned from a friend. A show of faith on his part about admitting his true nature, but it had settled like a hard lump of coal in her stomach which had affected her appetite some. But fear wasn't a stranger to her and while she may not be hungry, Julia knew what she needed to do to keep on going. Her movements mechanical as she took her tray and followed the line. Thoughts straying until there was a new, added weight in her hands and her attention was startled to the forefront. Eyes catching Ned's and reminded then of her manners.]
Thank you. This looks... [Despite her instinct to make pleasantries, Julia paused to actually take a look at what was being served and was genuinely surprised to find that it looked perfectly pleasant. She'd have to try and make a real effort now to eat what she could] It looks lovely. Thank you.