With few exceptions, Rosita has gotten into the habit of eating quickly and not thinking too hard about what she's putting in her mouth. Sure, there are good times during the spring and summer, and the winters have gotten gentler since they've had a chance and knowledge to prepare, but she still catches herself eating as much as she can, as fast as she can, even now.

She takes some of each and makes herself not shovel it in.

"I'm a scavenger and a scout back home," she offers as she picks up her fork. "Sometimes it means I get first pick of whatever I find, but usually it just means I miss out on whatever they're cooking inside the walls. It's a learning curve to oh my god."

She likes the fish, the way she cuts off and immediately takes another bite, and then a third attests.