Misa drags in the latest round of towels that she's been washing pretty much nonstop since this whole "adventure" started. She's seen the food before, and likes the way it smells, but being around this man makes her miss Jocko. They give off the same feeling of safety and security to her.

Humming to herself, she starts folding the towels, and wash cloths that she's been using to clean things with and puts them in their proper place.

"Do you need any help?" She asks, still folding laundry.