As soon as the first can of ravioli reached her, Helena tilted her head back and tipped the can, dumping most of its contents into her mouth. Bits of noodle and sauce dripped down her muzzle as she worked the mass to the back of her mouth and swallowed, far too hungry at this point to even bother chewing. She felt the packed shape break and spread out as her throat rushed the food to her belly, which grumbled loudly at the arrival of food.<br/><br/>With that finished, she looked back up just in time to catch the next can and repeated the process. Before long all four cans were empty, and while the raccoon's hunger was nowhere near satisfied, her stomach at least had enough to occupy it that she could "regain control" and start thinking straight.<br/><br/>"Th...thank you both. I try hard to hold 'it' back, but sometimes..."<br/><br/>Another gurgle from Helena's stomach sounded through the stairwell. Grimacing to herself for a moment, she placed a paw on her belly and returned to her sitting position against the wall.<br/><br/>She chuckled at Mathias' offer of a handshake. "I don't think I could argue if you wanted to come down...you've done well surviving this long. I-I'm Doc...my name is Helena Sael. This is my fifth day as...you know. Every day is getting more difficult, but...I...I c-can't give up yet..."