Brier nods. She looks down to see Finch's lantern "You're doing all right, it looks like, though." She smiles.

With one last glance at the blanket and one last shudder she starts down the hall, keeping a slow pace out of consideration for Mr. Finch. "Let's get away from...that." she says.

"Are you hungry? I've been...trying to cook. It doesn't go well, always, with the things I get out of the dispenser. But, I can try again."