His voice is familiar, but she doesn't panic, because he was never someone who wished her harm. At least, not that she knew.

'Thank you, Citizen Jeff,' she says softly, her gaze darting from one dish to another. 'It's so hard to tell, sometimes. I don't object to bread and salad, but no need to miss out if there's more.'

Where Tayrey's from, the mere presence of meat on the table would have prompted disgust in most people, but she's learned not to be so squeamish.