Eh, I mean, I could still eat, but I was just doing it for the taste before I got my blood back. Kind of a lot to be said for, like, waking up and knowing your body will actually like what you put inside it.

[she looks around, trying to familiarize with these streets. with the Tower out and about lately, it's been hard to find her way around, but mercifully he seems to be taking pity on them. maybe he knows she's been up all night and she's not having a good time. maybe getting tight with Cloverfield has been a good idea so far.]

Or knowing your body won't later, but your head will now. [which is kind of the problem.]