( it's not a response jason expects, and it shows in the way that his brows furrow tight. nose pinched. he looks her over once more, but keeps his own voice soft and light. imitates dick grayson as best as is possible considering he's definitely not him.

it's the eyes, the fangs that start to piece together the puzzle. still, he doesn't move away any. )

You're not gonna find any food items down in the medical supply room. ( a hand reaches forward, rests down against the mattress. his knuckles are--notably bruised, fresh scrapes covering them. gloves removed from dealing with someone else earlier. ) But we're all stuck here, and if any one of us starts making shit decisions, we're all gonna take the fall for it.

( a. bit heavy, but: ) So here, we work together.

( jason doesn't but that's not the point. )

You need something, we'll figure it out.