He wouldn't have to.

Elizabeth slept hard and deep, and didn't move at all save for breathing. Roughly four hours later, bringing them into late morning or early noon...she finally stirred, bringing her hand up to clutch the pillow, still smiling. A moment later, her stomach growled and she sat up with a yawn.

She looked out the window for a bit before looking at him. Her shoulder still stung slightly, reminding her of all the events that had gone down in just one half of a day. "morning." she said, a bit cheerfully. She gently touched his hand before starting to readjust everything. Now awake, she slid the pillow back onto her lap. "Truckstop or town anywhere nearby?" she asked with another yawn. "Somethings we can do...but I have to at least eat" she smiled, "we never had our breakfast."