She frowns, seeing him hesitate. "Are you okay?" she asks, clearly concerned. She opens up a little container she keeps by the door, pulling out a dog biscuit for Alfredo. She'd been keeping them in there since she met him, intending on putting a few in her purse every time she went out, just in case.

"Have you had dinner yet? I haven't eaten yet and I don't mind whipping something up real quick."