At first the smell of the bowl makes Sophia gag.  Her stomach, however, disagrees with a rumble.  She dips her fingers into the gruel and shovels a small amount into her mouth.  It tastes awful, but the simple feeling of filling her belly lifts her spirits.<br/><br/>"Th-thank you..."  She whispers, "I'm Sophia."  She reaches her hand out by impulse, touching the face of the kind girl.  "Do you know what they want from us?"