As he straightens, Grace seems to wilt, folding her arms on the table and resting her forehead down for the duration of the silence between them.

A moment later, she moves her face and peeks up at him, and shakes her head.

"I'll try them sometime later, I think...right now I need to remind myself that this isn't the worst possible thing that could have happened." another pause, "...I could've fallen into a black hole...gotten hit by a bus..instead I've wound up in a place with floating fossil-snails that eat fruit..."