[She scoots in and beelines for the display, grabbing the biggest, freshest, crunchiest loaf she can find, lifting it up and pressing it under her nose.]

Ugh, and it smells so good, too... once you're stuck in the fleet long enough without fresh food, you'll eat anything! I kinda can't blame anyone for digging in.

[She pointedly does not eat this one, though, because yeah, he's right. There's something seriously sketchy about the whole situation, and it's bound to go topsy-turvy eventually. Plus she doesn't want him screaming at her.

Instead she cracks it over a knee, examining under the crust. Still as tasty looking, still as nice-smelling... damn.]