Jane listened to both Akuma and Shayre introduce themselves. She was not much of a social butterfly and introductions hardly meant much to her. She was ready to be third wheeled at any given time. In this situation, even, she anticipate the whole event partaking as a typical social ground. . 

 Her head was still slightly spinning from the lack of food, but her coherency skills were much better prior to being healed. Her leg felt much better. She could hardly grasp the concept that her leg was healed, "Fruit?" she questioned Shayre, confused what at what he meant. If there was food, she'd love to eat it, but the want behind the need was telling her not to partake until she knew it was safe. She wanted to live to see her friends on the other side, again, reluctantly so.

Did she really have a choice, though? If the fruit was dangerous she would die, but she felt as if her stomach was devouring itself. Would she live? Of course, with some water--she was really dehydrated as is. "Maybe just some liquid from the moss?" she spoke strugglingly, trying not to make herself sound too paranoid. She was not even sure if the water from the moss was safe. She had cleansed her former wound with it, however.

She brushed her dirty hair from her face, trying to get a better look at the three. She forced herself to stand up, holding her stomach with her right arm. God, she was hungry, starving. She could eat--she could eat a person, but that was far from anything she really wanted to do. She walked over to a tree, pulling not a fruit, but some moss from the tree. She unwillingly pressed it against her tiny, barely open lips and began sucking. She coolness trickled down her throat, filling her stomach to a bare delight. She pulled the moss away from her mouth, "It's very good," she half whispered into a laugh, "You should have some, Akuma, Luna, Shayre. ." she held it out, looking up at the tree at all the moss hanging, "A little grassy, but--" she paused, hesitating, finding herself making it out to be better than it was, "I think healthy," she tried to smile, but her smile was barely visible on her frowning lips. She had been holding a frown for so long, that her muscles for smiling had none other than weakened. Her body was not listening entirely to her mind, and knew this place was not one for smiles, despite Jane wanting it to be.