"Very nice," she said, looking at the snacks. She took them and eyed them cautiously before putting them gently into her purse. "For later," she explained briefly. To be honest, Phoebe ate mostly healthy, and the pizza was already probably going to give her heartburn due to it, but who was she to ask if Gaz couldn't have zombies go to the nearest health food store and procure organic goods?
However, she could see herself, sitting up and diddling with her toenails (because they needed it!) and eating the fruit snacks in a very surreptitious manner. She figured that the men of the security would leave her be, but she couldn't be sure when someone would burst in unannounced. "I'm afraid I didn't have my luggage on me when I took the portkey," she said as she started her second slice, "you have extra clothes in, say, a guest room I could borrow, perhaps?"