Making food
It had taken a bit of searching, but Ifalna had found a kitchen like area. Dressed again in jeans and a tee shirt, she wondered about the closets of the place. At least the clothing fit well, if a bit snug.
In any case, she started to poke around in the kitchen. And kept poking until she found things to make a meal.
Real food. It would be good.
She was sure that food smell might draw people. But that was to be expected.