It's difficult enough to process their circumstances, let alone the odds, and the more Molly collects herself like shards of the plate in her hands, the more she feels relieved. Perhaps more horrific than being unwittingly but willingly interested in eating organs is the fact that she's absolutely desperate to keep this one touch of home in sight, considering for only a few seconds before nodding and deciding there's no reason they can't share.

"Oh, sure. Hm." Looking down at her former plate, she shuffles the gory pieces and ruined parts into a nearly trashcan and then fruitlessly wipes at her hands with a flimsy napkin. "Lemme just—" Molly starts, gesturing then to the stack of clean plates behind Wrench. Not wanting him to get the wrong idea, she notes one of the empty tables and then drifts around him to collect clean cutlery, too.

With her back turned and her hands hovering over the buffet setup, a slow breath escapes her and she quietly questions her own sanity. Hell, her hands are shaking where they hadn't been a second ago and that ought to be information enough to tell her she's on the wrong track here, and yet... The world suddenly feels so widely out of control, impossible and theatrical, and she can't help herself.

But why? Why them? Why here? Why now?

"What happened to you?" she asks as she sits. A blanket question like that might help her with some context as to why he's offering to share instead of turning on his heel and beating feet to get away.