She looked up slowly,  her pointed ears twitching a bit with the man's word.  She rang her small hands in front of her unsure of just how to answer to the man.  "I do not eat..." She whispered, her voice soft and weak.  "Though I believe that the fridge is rather well stocked for individuals who... find liquid and solid sustenance necessary."  She swallowed hard unable to actually look the stranger in her eye as she danced from foot to foot, finding conversation to be awkward.