She remains standing as directed, and while it doesn't exactly come naturally for her to hold such a baring she is doing well enough under Rumlow's direction. She frowns slightly as he admits that he hadn't been eating well and that his own stores have run out, but before she can comment on the matter he speaks again and she falls still.

Her expression has always betrayed her and it's among several (many) things that Rumlow will have to work on with her. Her heart races, pulse beating heavily in her throat as she swallows tightly. Her stomach twists, because things could go poorly depending on his answer; and when he gives it, she can't hide her surprise. She opens her mouth to protest, but as he continues, the words catch in her throat; that he owes her for bringing him food. In truth, she'd already planned on bringing him food every morning, even if her own explanation for it would have been weak at best.

When he asks if she really wants to change and if she feels she deserves it, she falls quiet. Her brows knit and she licks her lips before raisi g her golden gaze to meet his own once more. "I'm not going to pretend that I'm not scared," she says, still managing to meet his eyes. "But I'm tired of being trapped by it and ruled by it. I want to be stronger and to be able to fight back, so... So the day we're sent back to our homes I can do something. So while we're here I don't jump at every shadow or hide in my room. I want to feel confident in myself and in defending my beliefs, whether others like them or not."

A beat, and then for the first time in her life, "I deserve it."