Boy, don't I know it. All my cellmates have perfect faces for radio.

[ He's not going to say anything, because in his experience drawing attention to something someone's obviously reluctant to do will just make them stop doing it, but his lips pull up in a little bit of a grin as she goes back to eating. They all need their strength, he's pretty sure, for whatever this place has in store for them. ]

If I do start making stomach noises you can just throw a rock at me or something. [ He does a grand, sweeping gesture with his arm. ] I hereby give you permission to hurt me a little bit. Only with a rock, though.