[It's worrying. This whole thing is, but her lack of response most of all. Still, he doesn't have much of a reason to stick around and chances are she'll need the space just as much as he does. So, with another gentle squeeze around her shoulders, he heads out to stock up.
Some 40 minutes later he returns, bearing gifts in the form of cigarettes and low-to-no-preparation food. Crackers, noodles, cup o' soup, some fruit and chocolate - whatever he could think of that made for a good nibble. There were plenty of places close by if they wanted a proper meal, but for now he was just happy if he could get her to eat. ]