It was slight but present - the way she relaxed into a question she knew how to answer. "Eggs," she said immediately. "Over easy, with buttered toast. And real bacon." She paused. Breakfast was one of the best meals, and it'd been a very long time since she'd made a feast out of it. Perhaps the last time, with real butter, was when she was with V. She didn't think too much about it after that; there was no reason to dredge up those memories. "And fried potatoes," she added. Then smiled. "And strawberries."
It was not unusual that she was so hungry. And at the same time, she didn't know why she even cared about the nourishment she would put into her body - or why she was hungry in the first place. Evey's smile faded. She checked the door to make sure she'd locked it behind her.
"Okay," she said, signalling that she was ready to go. But another thought came to mind quickly afterward, and she looked back at the door. She had her own flat. She didn't have to stay with John if she didn't want to.
Evey wondered what she would see if she looked at her bed in her flat now.
"Okay," she repeated, more softly, and her hand dropped from the door knob.