Martha tried not to laugh at the sound of her stomach rumbling. It may have been amusing, but the poor kid was so obviously scared that the humour felt more than a little reduced.
"Okay," she glanced around for a moment, trying to think of a plan. Star seemed to want to get somewhere, Martha was guessing probably back to her room or something. A reasonable want for any child to have. "Tell you what, why don't you go back to your room and I'll bring you a sandwich. If you want to eat it, you can, or you can leave it, that's fine too."
Of course she had no idea what things she might want to eat which was a concern. After a hesitation she glanced at Star with a faintly lost expression. "You like ham sandwiches?"