BB looked up from where she'd been fondling the rice bowl; on impulse, she rose with it, picking up a few grains and putting them to her mouth.
"Why're you hiding?" She answered. The rice was definitely hitting the spot; somehow, even after being left out in the hallway, it was warm. Something on it even gave it a slight tang, though she wasn't familiar enough with food from her own would-be parent culture to have the faintest idea what it could be. All she was wanting in that moment was a fork.
She took a few steps toward Alice, her gait slow and her posture mostly relaxed, though there was a line of tension across her shoulders that spoke to a slight anxiety while in the other young woman's presence. "Doin' a little journalin' on the weird ghosty floor?"