Mukuro followed very tamely, keeping her eyes on her shoes mostly, picking her way along behind him and doing her best not to stumble into him or completely give up and collapse onto the sidewalk. She didn't know how she was supposed to feel. She didn't know what to do. She just tried to swallow down the tightness in her throat, ignore the leaden icy grip on her heart, and followed obediently until they reached the house.

"Don't worry about it." Even if she was functional enough to worry about appearances, a bit of junk food was nothing-- she'd been homeless and through warzones. She didn't know exactly what to do once she'd made her way inside, though, she'd never really been a houseguest before-- so she just did the most natural thing and sat on the floor, legs curled under her as she looked up with a tired shrug.

"How did you get here?" Did you die is what she really wanted to know, but... it seemed somehow inappropriate to ask.