Of course she wasn't expecting any declarations back but him just heading into the kitchen was... weird. Peeking in, Wren saw what he was doing and wondered if emotional eating really was a thing for guys. Deciding he needed time to process, she gave him his space, moving back to the coffee table to start assessing the kit and picking up wrappers that needed to be thrown away. Not wanting to be in utter silence, she hummed a small tune - a lullaby to be more precise, as she started putting everything away, offering up glances to Kim here and there.

The gun was going to stay on the mantle, though. She didn't feel inclined to touch it again. Going into the fridge herself, she really was impressed to see it was stocked. Pouring out two glasses of juice, she moved to sit with her glass at the table, still watching Kim.

"I'm going to have to steal your clothes for the duration of our stay here," she informed him. "Unless you want me to stroll around here buck naked." She was only half serious on that remark.