He raises a brow at that silently. Does she not notice that she's a cat, or... well, if she hasn't noticed he's not going to be the one to tell her.

"What, having trouble finding the kitchen?" For personal reasons, the thought of not eating for two days just.. makes him irrationally upset. No that it shows much. He pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket,sticks one in his mouth (with a bit of trouble since he's not using his broken hand), and lights it with a snap of his fingers. "Wouldn't call you fat, but you might wanna give those chips a break and look for some real food."