[A part of her is definitely hungry, because honestly, she hasn't had anything to eat since before the cable car trip up to the lodge. A part of her is disgusted at the idea of eating, because.... well. How can you just eat and do normal things after the previous night?

But the smart little voice in her head that hasn't been completely smothered also points out that if she doesn't eat something now, they're probably going to make her eat something once they get to the hospital. And god, if they serve any kind of meat, she's almost certain she'd lose it.

So. Vending trash it is.]

Stale vending machine crackers and poptarts? Sounds like Thanksgiving dinner to me right now.

[She makes an attempt to laugh as well, but it comes out as more of a huff. She was never as good at joking through stressful times as Chris was, so it falls especially flat today.]

I've still got some change too. No reason to add one more thing to fret about here.