"I... guess?" Hesitation has slipped into her voice now and she frowns at the food, scrutinizing it as if a closer look could make up for the lack of experience she has with human meals.

"It doesn't look much like the food they have back home," she offers. She is certain of that, at least, she just doesn't know what her experiences eating and drinking, or her database, are worth. She's no domestic model, she doesn't come with a recipe database.

Decisively, she turns her back on the food problem. "Do you think there's anything else to do here, other than eat and drink?"