[Seeing that AR is completely and utterly engrossed in his bacon eating, she considers interrupting him, but decides against it. After all, he is REALLY into that bacon. It makes her a little uncomfortable, actually, but as long as he is happy, she can't really argue.]
[Before she can even make a decision about leaving him alone with his slabs of meaty delight, though, her stomach growls. Followed by a less than stealthy gasp as she ducks out around the doorway and leans against the wall with a soft series of thumps as her carapace hits drywall.]