"Not at all." Even if she hadn't made the chili with a guest in mind, she still wouldn't have minded feeding someone else. Jayati may not be a very good big sister, and she may have failed at her most important Protector role, but it was still in her DNA. Somewhere. "It's just chili but you know, it's warm."
She noticed the girl's discomfort, the tension in her shoulders, but all she did was get an extra bowl and glass out from the cabinets. If anyone came here expecting a warm heart to heart and inspiring words then they knocked on the wrong door. Hunger she could fix, so that was what she would focus on.
"I do. Not everyone ends up here in one piece. I'm Jayati by the way." The fridge was opened up so she could poke through it, deliberating on her own choices, "You want anything? Juice? Coffee? Soda?" For herself she grabbed a jug of guava juice that she had picked up from the Mexican market last time she went into Atlantic City, pouring herself a glass before waiting on Bree's selection, if any.