Naoto's room wasn't too much better; so she wasn't going to judge. Still, she was slightly worried about the woman. She nodded about her issue with touching, an idea beginning to form.

"I understand. I... wasn't handling it well myself, earlier."

She nodded, following the Demi-Fiend into the kitchen, placing the bag upon the table and pulling the box free from it, showing it to her.

"I tried to find some food that resembled something you could find in Tokyo... this is as close as I could get."