[ Apparently so, especially when she has to consider the fact Crane tried to compare what he had done with what Sasha had had to do back home. They weren't comparable, and honestly, if Will hadn't ever helped placate some of her feelings on the matter she might have believed Crane.

She watches Will, looking back at her food on the table. She winds up drifting back to it when her stomach growls (quite loudly, too) and twirls her fork until she's scooped up a good amount of noodles to shove into her mouth. ]

As long as there are people like you, too, it will be fine.

[ Sasha smiles at him, a noodle hanging out of the corner of her mouth before she slurps it up. Table manners? Who needs them? ]

Did April get you anything for Christmas? What about Grey and the others?

[ And why not a subject change while she's at it. It's Christmas; it should be smiles and good feelings! ]