(She's a bit busy joysticking this guy, so she's not really paying attention to the face he made. Instead, she's transferring to him what this guy is experiencing in regards to the food. The warmth from the container, the aroma of beef and tomatoes, the coldness of the champagne... Just so she doesn't suffer on her own. Usually, the exchange of senses and thoughts is all so automatic for her, thanks to the hivemind aspect of her being, that they're just used to experiencing the world together.
It's just second nature for her to share these things, so she doesn't even notice the comfort it brings her.
Lobby. Elevator.)
/The last thing an abandoned Sentinel factory in Alaska sounds like is hospitable, but if you say so. Summers, though? How is that going?/
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It's just second nature for her to share these things, so she doesn't even notice the comfort it brings her.
Lobby. Elevator.)
/The last thing an abandoned Sentinel factory in Alaska sounds like is hospitable, but if you say so. Summers, though? How is that going?/