He moves toward her, eyeing what she is doing with some uneasiness along with a small helping of morbid interest while letting the renewed silence of the building settle around them. He stands at the other side of what remains of the mechanical body so that he can face her.

"I cannot tell whether your bio-mechanical makeup requires nutritional sustenance. If so, you may help yourself to this bag's contents when you are done." He silently holds up a small bag for her to see, then lowers it back to his side. Sadly, there is little to be found in it, his only recent findings of the edible variety being three cans of vegetables. It is still better than nothing at all.