She gives a slight gasp, of horror, at the mention of the death of a plane, looking at him with mixed shock, and divine awe, at the idea of such a harmless-looking being, having such tremendous power. She swallows with a little nervousness, though quite controlled; to anyone else, she'd seem perfectly calm and composed, but he can read her emotions like an open book... in fact, more than he can other beings of power; if fact, while she's not a 'sworn follower' of him, yet... she undoubtedly believes him, and believes in him.<br/><br/>She's saved from having to reply, immediately, however, as their meal arrives, or, at least, the salad, which she takes graciously, and eats with delicacy, relishing the simple tastes; apparently, something else she denied herself, as part of her penance.