Ginger shrugged, going to the sink. "No idea, I would feel bad leaving her behind... But if she doesn't get her act together I think it would be best." He went through the cabinets, looking for any snacks. "Especially if she completely flips out over something like that. We don't know what else would set her off." Ginger reached up, grabbing a can of soup. He set it down when he see it was already expired, sighing. "Most of the food has already been cleared out..." He murmured to himself.