"...Drugged food," Jaune says, thoughtfully. He'd been reaching to pick up a biscuit when she spoke up, and recoiled at first. Now he studies it, and her.

"I trust you," he says at last. "Thanks for trusting me to make the choice."

He shrugs, then picks up a biscuit and looks at it skeptically.

"I mean, I'm not thrilled about it... but everyone's got to eat eventually. If other food's not going to be available until later - if it's not anywhere nearby - there's not really an option. But I'd rather know."