She wasn't sure how long she had been pouting at the window, but Marlene finally tore her childish glare away from it to look over at Nathaniel. He hadn't said anything since her little outburst, had continued driving like he wasn't just being an inconsiderate asshole. She wanted to find some remorse or whatever in his expression, an apologetic frown maybe; and for whatever reason, she found it.

Cocking an eyebrow at his weird silence, she turned her attention back to the front of the car, blowing out air through her lips as she did so. Her arms unfolded from her chest, albeit somewhat reluctantly, and instead she bent an elbow against her door's armrest, leaning the side of her head in her hand.

"Anyway," she sighed, her way of offering an olive branch. "I hope your kitchen is ready because I could definitely use some food." It was a lame subject change, but at least it was honest. The last time she'd eaten was at noon, and a small square of lasagna that was probably as old as some of the patients there and a carton of fruit and orange juice wasn't exactly her ideal first meal of freedom. Besides, she had been too anxious to see whether or not Nate would actually come get her to eat, and she mostly had just pushed the lumps of meat around her tray.