With a drawn out groan that is driven by both hunger and irritation, she glares up at Damien. "I don't like this." It's followed by an Italian expletive and a wince.

"Where do we...the fuck do we eat?" And when Melinoë attempts to push up, to stand, it doesn't quite work out that way and she's just slumped against the tree again. Even more starved, even more pissed.