She shook her head slowly. She didn't really get much special food and she didn't really like the food either. It was gritty and usually tasted a bit weird. She frowned as she tried to think of things that she liked but she couldn't think of much. "I don't have any I like." She once had a bit of an apple slice before they caught her, she had pulled it from a trash can. It tasted okay. Bit sticky.

She looked around the car with great interest, looking around the back of the car and in front of her. She reached out to ring her fingers along the glove box and it popped open suddenly, scaring her.

Flinching, she looked at Barty nervously and then back to the opened glove box. Inside was a map, gloves and some random trash. "Sorry."