"Do whatcha do..." Weavebreaker does not care much at this point. It hasn't been the best of days, but after all the crap that has happened, she knows it could have been a lot worse. Part of her is thankful for the distraction, as it has taken her mind off of things.
Weavebreaker glances to the basket of fries. As much as she knows she should eat some more, she just doesn't have the stomach for them. Her appetite has been nonexistent since she first received the news, and still has yet to return.