Whatever Martha had said seemed to have worked, at least for now, which relieved the doctor. The last thing she wanted to be faced with was an hysterical child she wouldn't know how to comfort.
She led her to the big kitchen, filled with various foods, which she just hoped would include something Star would like. It was difficult to judge considering the girl never talked. Martha found herself wondering briefly if it was for a physical or psychological reason, before she mentally kicked herself sharply, reminding herself that this was not the time.
"So, would you like a sandwich?" She asked Star brightly. "Or do you see anything else in here you might like?"