She watches as he sits back in the chair, digesting everything she's told him so far. She raises a brow as he talks to himself, however, and blinks.

"Sounds familiar? Have you been through something like this before?" Because she wouldn't wish that on anyone. This place is not her idea of a good time. In fact, she should explain a little more about some of the more fun things they're dealing with now.

"I... I should warn you..." She shifts, settling her weight back onto her heels as her hand drops from his, arms encircling her knees. "They feed us once a day... or they did. There was a banquet for breakfast everyday and you could take food away to last you until the next morning. Eggs, bread, fruit, bacon and the like... But..." Her gaze goes distant, not focused so much on Sam as the memory of what was gone. She blinks and looks up at him again.

"But that stopped without warning several weeks ago..." She swallows around the knot of hunger in her stomach that she's suddenly aware of again. "There is a constant source of water, but we've had only what some of us thought to save to eat..."