She seems rather embarrassed, even though his voice and tone is soothing and kind. Still, there was no admonishment from the young-looking man (teacher? Student?) and Myra sinks down in the chair again. "I very sorry. I was looking for food that not make me sick."

The golden-freckled girl sighs slightly, eying the carrot suspiciously. "Everything is smelling horrible. I have not eaten since morning."