[If there's one thing she is, it's greedy. Although not so much in regards to something like this. Drawing a breath, she lifts her free hand to reach inside, and pull one out. She doesn't have much of an appetite at the moment. But maybe it's because this one moment is a small reprieve from the crippling pain she feels, that she goes along with it.
. . . She doesn't know what to say, though. It's hardly a good first meeting.]