George needed oatmeal. She needed a familiar and safe place to just sit a while. After The City blacked out, George realized she couldn't recount the last couple of days. That maybe the City had been slow to decide whether it would let her exist or not.
Oatmeal and raisins seemed like a good cure for the heebee jeebees.
"What the fuck? You know you look like a homeless person sitting outside like that."
George didn't get a very good look at the new and improved Dex. She nudged his leg with her foot. To the outsider it might have looked like a very apathetic kick. The reaper was all about the apathy.