Rey, admittedly, has some personal space issues at the best of times. It doesn't particularly bother her when she's joined at the table though, and instead she just pushes over one of the several plates in front of her over towards the other woman. Cheese sandwiches, nothing too odd, although there is a generous dollop of tomato sauce on the edge of the plate. She's trying all sorts here today, apparently.

"Grocery store," she answers automatically, but a confused look crosses her face even as she says it. Is that right? Why would she have said it if it wasn't? What exactly is a grocery store? She has a headache, honestly. "maybe. I think so. I don't know where this comes into it."

This is delivered with a quick head nod in the direction of said staff. She has a strange possessiveness over the handful of items she was handed in the sheriff's office, but why exactly is anyone's guess. Rey certainly can't tell anyone.