She tries her best to get comfortable while he works, back up against the wall, trying to keep the crunching of chips to a minimum. She keeps her eyes away from the bloody mess, because Mae's got a weak stomach and this is not how she wants to ruin her appetite.

Still, she gets a glimpse of those marks and oh shit this does look like a guy who would do The Drugs. Not that she minds, but it does kinda explain some things.

"Is... is that a fat joke?" Because she's really not sure what else he could possibly mean by "people like you" aside from some really racist shit, and they're not gonna get into that. "'Cause I swear I haven't eaten in like two days." Punctuated with another handful of chips in her maw.