If it were possible for a human to growl, Aria assumed she would have been but could only suffice for a glare...a glare that no one saw. The food was smelling good, even the eggs despite how much she didn't like them, and her stomach growled. It was the whistling and the chuckles she heard that made her clentch her fist...he seemed to be having fun with this ...torture. Though despite her anger it was her hunger that won out in the end. Like her previous thoughts...she was much to weak to be able to do anything but glare daggers at the one cooking and that wasn't of much use.<br/><br/>With a sigh of defeat she laid the back of her head against the door, making a knocking sound when the two met. She decided not to say another word since it seemed there was no point, unless she wanted more of the current torture. Though if she could get out of this room and find a way out of the place she was currently at...it might be worth calling out again. She only wished she had kept her eyes open on the trip here but the pain at that time was rather unbareable. Then again she had no idea where here was.<br/><br/>Tears slide down her cheek once more as she thought of her home and everything she had been taken from. Heaven forbid she even missed her job and then wondered if anyone had even noticed her missing ... or had it not been long enough yet. She wiped her tears away, trying to stop crying once again, and trying to not think of anything that would cause those tears to reappear. Though she already knew that, that would be much harder to do.