[For the most part, Rebecca's surprisingly in one piece. That's just what happens when someone covers the majority of your body, taking your bites for you; so her brow softens when she looks at him and she too tries to pick herself up. One of her shoes is loose, so she sticks her foot back in once upright and takes to leaning against the kiosk as well for support.]
Can you... [Holding her arm weakly up, she can't pull the fabric off herself. Can't look at it directly just yet, not sure what she'd do with another bite.]