She gingerly took the juice from him and almost fell over her own heels in her hurry to back out of reach of another stinging little slap. She greedily began gulping it. At least this was some kind of start!<br/><br/>Her stomach growled in fury as the juice hit it, and far too soon the straw rattled against the empty bottom of the container. She dropped it to the floor of the cage and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a little out of breath from drinking so quickly.<br/><br/>"Am I supposed to like you? You just<em>bought</em>me. Took my whole life away from me! I have to beg you for something to eat, even!" She tried to keep her voice at a normal volume and did pretty well, at least in her book. She was so incredibly unused to raising her voice at all that her words were barely louder than a normal speaking level, but in her own ears, she was bordering on screaming at him. "It's going to take more than some fucking juice for me to like you. What do I have to do to get that?"<br/><br/>She pointed to the food he still held. Her hunger was even worse now, awoken with the sugary juice and angered even more than before. Her belly was almost cramping as she imagined what it would be like to stuff her face with salty crackers and processed junk. She seriously hoped he couldn't see the greed in her eyes, or tell that she was actually, literally, drooling.