She put a hand to her chest, gasping in shock. "Oh, I stand corrected. He had biscuits too." She smirked at him and kept walking. "You going to get scurvy if you keep this up, Marcus."
Some company sounded rather nice actually. Slowing her stride so he'd walk with her and not like some mugger or hand-servant, she nodded at the cloth bags. "Ran out of coffee, figured I should do a supply run. Have you been having fun in 21st century Earth? You were from the colonies, weren't you?" She looked at him curiously.