[ She pokes her head out from the door, looking exactly what one might look after crying for a good hour or more. ]

...Nozomi, yes? I'm thankful for your concern, but—[ Before she can finish, there's a sudden, and unmistakable, growling sound. Her ears turn bright red,
and she closes door in embarrassment until there's a crack just big enough to talk through. ]

...Maybe some food would be nice. I'm not picky eater, so anything will do.