Jocelyn kept her eyes averted from his own knowing she needed to eat in order to keep her illness at bay. After she ate, then would she be able to inject herself and manage her sickness. Forcing herself to eat kept her body from wasting away and injecting the serum kept whatever she had in her body from taking control of her life. Any type of food which was rare and bloody enough helped to stop her from hearing things and seeing items which should not be there. "Thank you," she whispered, not about to give him her name. The better he knew nothing about her, the safer he was from the people who were chasing her.