Roxy ignored her hostage. Although she supposed he wasn't much of a hostage anymore. She didn't know what to call him now. She supposed it didn't matter. He was a complication. She didn't know how to handle him. She didn't have much experience with people. She hadn't interacted with many people the last few years. She would figure it out she had always been good at adapting. 

When she finished filling the van, Roxy headed inside. She roamed through the aimless looking at the options. They should get real food rather than junk food. She'd ask Wyn what he wanted she decided as she headed to the bathroom. She took care of her business before washing her hands. She ran her fingers through her short black hair. Then she took a deep breath and headed back to the store.