[ Empty? Is that what you call it when she can look you in the eye and not feel mad?

She scoots over to give him a spot by habit, even if he takes the spot across from her. Taking the thermos out of his hands to examine it. Some kind of fruit stew? It's a strange color, but it doesn't smell bad in the slightest. ]

The furthest along...that's a nice way of putting it. [ She puts the cap back on, handing it back to him. ] Me and the you I knew...we found a machine that could make drinks on the upper floors. It even had soups. We didn't buy all the drinks it had, so maybe this is one of them?

[ It's the most logical explanation she can find. ]

Is that all you wanted to ask me? [ A silly stupid question like that? ]