Days? Amelia knows she has terrible eating habits when things get rough, but this is far beyond what she's ever done before. Her frown deepens as she gets to her feet.

"I'll find us something. Maybe there's some fruit left from the basket I brought the other night?" It's worth a look anyway, because she sure as hell doesn't want to leave Harley right now. It helps that Majima's here, but two sources of comfort seems a better option than none.

As she descends the stairs, she calls back up to the others, "If there's nothing here, what would you like? I can get anywhere and back very quickly."