She's uncertain if she's actually heard anyone and has shifted to work her key into the door again when Brock appears in the hallway. She starts, jerking her hand from the door and with it the popcorn goes flying. She makes a sound in the back of her throat, golden eyes wide as she scrabbled to regain purchase on her tunic. In the end she loses about half the popcorn and looks down at it, scattered about the carpeted floor of the hallway.

Zhaneel sighs softly, lifting her gaze to look over the unfamiliar figure leaning in the doorway. There is a carelessness in the way she holds herself and bares more than a reasonable amount of skin... a carelessness that speaks not of someone using their body, but of someone who just doesn't realize they might be doing so.

"No I'm... You're..." She flushes, finally managing to unlock her door and push it open. "There hasn't been food... in nearly a month..." She continues speaking as she steps into her room. "There was breakfast every day for a time... it seems the only meal this place provided, but even that stopped." She upends the remaining popcorn into a bowl she's taken from breakfast, dropping the drink packets next to the remaining foodstuffs she'd hoarded. She steps back out into her own doorway, "When new people arrive there is sometimes popcorn in the film room." She gestures at the popcorn scattered on the floor, tucking her waist length hair out of her eyes and behind her ear.

She pauses and looks at Brock again, eyes hopeful. "Did you see anything in the banquet hall? There wasn't anything this morning, but maybe...?"