While Nick stops to give Tripod the affection he desperately craves, Rey makes her way into the kitchen and begins fixing up something for the two of them. Nick doesn't need to eat, but that doesn't mean she doesn't value his company during a quick meal.

"Pretty sure he'd scream our ears off before he'd allow that to happen," Rey says from behind the kitchen counter, getting out the necessities to make a simple sandwich while picking out a can of some sort of meat from the pantry. Though she herself has been reluctant to indulge in the canned meats since Rage and Fear's tampering, she doubts that a cat would have the same concern.

It isn't until she snaps open the can that Tripod flees from Nick's attention, trotting towards the kitchen before leaping onto the counter. He meows and yells and presses forward, only to be pushed back by one hand while Rey uses her other to single-handedly open up the serving of meat.

She glances over to Nick as the noisy beast chirps and cries as though it had never tasted food before. "Um. A little help?"

Like any creature of the feline persuasion, Rey has been effectively distracted from her troubles for the time being. And maybe that is a good thing.