[there was a bit of self-control, how is that not learning]

[and eating though... She frowns at the idea; scientifically speaking sure yes stomach lining was great and you need blood sugar and enzymes and other biology words but in practice the idea of food still makes her nauseous. She is uncertain on the odds of being able to dry swallow the horse pills though... As for the other supplies, it's mostly a case of properly cleaning and setting the wounds. Stitches will have to wait. Having no doctor in the box is a hassle.

Roused with this temporary plan of action (what plan??), she tidies up and heads to the cafeteria. ...oh right, she'd been talking]

'M not giving him anything. If he knows it's there, he'll just do dumber stuff. Compensated risk, or whatever it's called.