She must have missed his mad dash downstairs and looking like a lost puppy once down at the lobby. Not that he had known anything she was thinking. Trip narrowed down what Cashmere was looking at before she got around to asking about food. "If you can call some bland crackers food, yeah."

He didn't miss what she uttered of people disappearing and her use of 'we' but she gave him insight on something that proved this wasn't a wayward dream. "Want some?" Trip offered and made it clear she was allowed in. "My friends call me Trip." He felt the need to be friendlier with how hesitant she appeared. Hydra wouldn't want to eat anything he had. In fact, only until the moment he attempted to share did it occur to him about questioning the package.

"Most the stuff in the suitcase mine. I can't say I've ever packed crackers before though."