She looked a little surprised at the touch, and stiffened slightly in the shoulders, but didn't recoil- just watched him, curiously now much more than the caution she regarded him with for much of the first moments of their first meeting.
When he noted something about her state of hunger, her brows quirked. She even looked at her hand- as if she'd missed something about her own body he had so easily picked up on.
"I've done nothing but eat since Hansel took me home." She was not calling him Hans. Not any time soon. "At least, that's what it feels like." Everyone had been offering her food, including her brother- both versions of him. They knew what they had come from, but Gretel was still very used to a haggard diet. When she ate too much, she felt sluggish and uncomfortable.
"Why did you ask me that?" It was strange- Vision didn't know her.