A slight movement to his left had him snapping his head in the direction to find Levy leaning against the doorway, her face partially hidden behind the frame. She was wearing a dark yellow, long sleeved shirt and black baggy pants, her feet still bare. “Oh, there you are… Um, got something to eat. I hope you’ll help me with it.” Her eyes glanced at the bag before going back to him. He frowned at how quiet she was again, the sight of her wrist as it helped hide her face bothering him. He tossed the shirt on the kitchen table, offering his hand towards her. She glanced at it a moment before slowly taking it, coming out from her hiding spot.