[Lina can't understand a word he's saying, but begging in any language is universal. The grin that stretches over her face is almost obscene.]
[But before she can start monologuing at him, her stomach growls again, and her knees shake slightly. She reaches for something -- that's not him -- to grab onto.]
Bandits... all the same... tough, until they realize that in the end, right will prevail...
[It would sound a lot better if she weren't shaky from hunger.]