There is half a second of visible processing what to do with her arms before she takes the cup from him. She has to - horror of horrors! - only cuddle the hatchlings with one arm instead of both. Clearly she is an irredeemable monster, only slightly better than people who move cats off their laps to stand up.

Still, she can feel her Ghost's silent judgment when it turns out that she's thirstier than she realized. It's not that Wanda consciously chose to neglect her own needs. She knows better than that. She just got distracted by her task.

"I don't want to take your food," she says softly. She knows that supplies are still precious here, too precious to waste on a Guardian who can easily buy a meal anywhere in the City or cook something for herself. "I can get something later. Shaxx has been telling me about a new food cart."