There's a feeling of hopelessness that's been settling within her, eating away at everything else in tiny increments, encroaching so slowly she almost didn't notice it. But then suddenly, there it was, threatening to drown her while bringing forth old insecurities from dusty corners where they'd been hidden.

Knock Out is so much stronger than she is. He can physically handle so much more than she can, and he doesn't need frequent stops for food or a bathroom. He isn't being hunted yet either, so... How long will it take for him to realize she's nothing more than a burden? How long until he decides she isn't worth the effort and leaves her behind? She won't even be able to blame him when he does.

Her breath catches and her heartbeat speeds up as her anxiety sparks anew, but she shifts in the seat and takes deep breaths to force her body to calm the hell down. "You're right, I could use some food," she agrees, keeping her tone even and casual. "Thanks."