She hums out something that might be a muffled 'welcome', content to keep stuffing her face as quickly as possible. Even the last month here wasn't long enough to start breaking the worst of her habits. She still half believed someone would attack or something would happen long before she could calmly finished a meal.

She shrugs at the question, used to having to take one over the other when it came to food and drink. "I guess." She looks toward the kitchens, standing carefully. She still clutches the plate as she starts to walk over.