[Descole nods, but makes no indication of actually moving. Even if she's agreed to try to eat, the idea of having to actually move from here to accomplish that sounds awful to her right now. She's comfortable, even with the hunger and the nausea, and she feels like she's comfortable so rarely that it seems stupid to give it up.]

God, though, I wish stuff would just appear here for us, ready. If the place can manage to keep my fridge stocked no matter how much I drink, I don't understand why some bacon is so hard for it...