Zhaneel is no stranger to being judged and flushes at the look the stranger shoots her and her stumbling manner. It's a flush of embarrassment that colors her neck and cheeks at the admonishment and drops her gaze from his face to the floor. She looks over the scattered popcorn and is already dropping to her knees to gather up what she's spilled before he finishes speaking.

"I hardly meant to drop it," she murmurs through her curtain of hair, not looking up at him. It doesn't take too long to gather the spill from the floor and she pushes back to her feet, hand braced against the wall. He's right... stupid bird... She hadn't expected the remark, not for it to sting as much as it had. It was just like being back in Urtho's army... constantly dressed down and made to feel about six sizes smaller than she was. Living in the Sixth Wing had been hell, but it was a hell she'd lived everyday and sadly come to expect. Why should she have expected any different here? The self-doubt and self-loathing hit her hard and fast and when she speaks next, she never looks up at him, focusing on a section of carpet between them instead.

"There is water in abundance, but no food beyond what people saved from their meals..." Some had candy and some had other goodies stashed away, it didn't matter so much where the food had come from... just that it was limited.