Then it had sounded more like the truth but Marisol really didn't want to go there. They were both here, safe, and alive. Wasn't that something for be grateful for in itself? Cautiously she slipped the treat back into the basket, and decided to save it for when she got her appetite back. An awkward silence stretched between them and she didn't really like the heavy air... but what could she say?

"Are things that dire back at home...?" Yes this meant maintaining the serious tone she was growing weary of but it seemed important.