Corey shook her head then shrugged. Had she eaten? Probably, at some point. Earlier maybe. Just a little while ago, right? Her brow furrowed, and she nodded. "I did," she said. She couldn't really recall what she'd eaten, but there'd been the woman with the panther, and she'd been eating at the time. "Just ... earlier."
She doubted he could make it better. Unless he could send her home, which he clearly couldn't.
But what else was she supposed to do? Drift around here like some zombie? She had to start somewhere, didn't she? So why not over a snack or dessert in the kitchen with some guy who probably wasn't going to try to bury her alive?
But she shrugged; she wasn't going to be in a rush to suggest that.