After everything that happened, she had sort of thought she was done feeling lost. It's only sort of reward she would have wanted for it all-- simple understanding of her place. It was almost in her grasp.

Her brow quirks at the mention of fish monsters, but she's too distracted by the place he's led her into to question it. She has to squint against the light, and she looks around as she follows him.

The smell of food makes her turn, stomach rumbling slightly as she stares at what must be a kitchen. When was the last time she ate something?

When she turns back around, she's struck by the sight of Ben sitting in a booth. He looks so-- casual. His clothes are simple, free of his ornate helmet and cowl, and she blinks a few times before sliding in across from him. When she puts her hands on the table, the sleeves of his coat cover them entirely and the corner of her mouth twitches.

"Are we eating?" She asks, trying and probably failing not to sound hopeful. The place seems so calm, with everyone minding their own business, and she turns to give the space a lingering look before she feels comfortable enough to turn her back on it and face him.