[Blitzkrieg]

By the time he'd caught up, Della had landed herself behind an abandoned movie theater, seeking shelter someplace where she wouldn't have to deal with people anymore. This human world was just plain overwhelming. Everybody was always moving around, going somewhere. They were either too friendly or pretended you didn't even exist. Having a house took having a job, which took ID, which you couldn't get without a bith certificate, so where did that leave her? She was stranded, she couldn't even function here. It was no wonder the others hated her so much. Between these wounds and this world..she might as well be dead.

Having heard his footsteps before feeling his touch, the femme was already tensed, snapping her gaze back to see him just in time to fumble at grasping the bag he'd shoved at her. "Uh..." Looking from the bag back to the black haired male, she took a step back, sniffing the air and still smelling nothing.

Hesitantly, she looked inside the bag, blinking and then perching herself on a nearby stoop to pull out the bread and peanut butter, looking at the jar curiously before seeing the picture. With that in mind, she unscrewed the top and spread it onto a piece of the bread, blinking and staring down at it for a moment as though she were unsure it was actually edible. Finally though, she topped it with another piece of bread before taking a bite. Even chewing it she seemed confused. It was so sticky, made her thirsty, but in a good way.

Eventually, the food had her humming softly in contentment as she took her third bite of the sandwich, seeming significantly more at ease with some food in her stomach. It was the perfect offering for the difficult angel. Mid bite, she gazed back up to Mavek then. "What are you..?" she questioned plainly, knowing all too well he himself couldn't be human, not with the way he'd been so perceptive.