[It's relieving to see a smile, a contrast to the upset undertones of his previous messages, though Loki certainly had a way with bouncing moods. But most of the relief is the comfort that it brings her, selfishly glad to see he's still here. It's unfortunate to hear that Tommy's gone, and it must be rough for anyone else to see their friends disappear, but hers is right there, solid before here, offering her his leftovers. She could almost hug him.]

Ew, cooties.

[Instead, she simply grins, shooting that pleased expression up towards him as she dips down, widening her mouth to take a bite of the food still in his hands. Pausing as she takes in the taste, soon enough, she's squinting with her nose shriveling up.] Okay, definitely disqualifying mayo in Mexican food from here on out. Along with ... whatever disasters were thrown in there.