She hadn't noticed Tillman before, hadn't cared. It's different now, especially since she knows he's upset in some way. Still... he's put the knife down, and she can quickly wield claws and teeth and furry bulk if she has to. So she heads in, heads over to the counter to inspect the space spam.

"Yeah, I like salad. Not picky about food, but that was one thing it was super hard to come by out on the street. Pretty sure it was hard to come by out in Iran too, huh?" She remembered, brings it up because she's trying to -- she doesn't know. Something. Trying.