[Maria empties the bowl and only takes a short break for breathe and water before the muffin is devoured, too. She doesn't have the luxury of dignity, not right now. She'd gone hungry many times during the Hunt's, the workshop wasn't spoiled with wealth like the palace of Cainhurst, but in way she liked the destitution far more than she did excess. The food nearly makes her sick, bubbling her stomach as finished, holding down the desire he body had to hack it all back up again in as much a hurry as she put it down. Ultimately, her constitution and will win out, reaching shakily to polish off her water.

Wiping her face with her palm and fingers, she pulls herself together for conversation. A pattern meant time enough to notice one. Maria swallows heavily before speaking, voice a bit strained.]

Not the usual, is it?