I can probably make something. [Prisoner or not, not letting her eat was horrible. Sam goes around the corner to the kitchen and calls:] Hope you're not picky.
[There's a joke about water on the tip of his tongue, but he holds it back and grabs a water bottle. Sam goes to hold it out to her and frowns.] You can't hold it.
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