Diving into the cookies with enthusiasm at the offer, Kyoko stuffs her face with a speed that rivals people at competitive eating competitions. Crumbs soon glitter one cheek as they might a small child.

GULP "These are good!"

Glancing to the cup before her at Terra's comment, the redhead pulls herself away from the food. Lifting the porcelain up a bit awkwardly for a sip. "Um. It's nice." She doesn't sound insincere, just distracted. Her eyes are unabashedly still on those treats. Forcing a few more attempting to be polite muddled by impatience sips, before diving back into them.

And yet, when the explanation starts - she stopped eating. Half eaten cooking just lingering in the air, crumbs still on her face. The redhead just stared the whole time.

Her expression grows hard, she's furious. Though her anger doesn't seem to be directed at those before her, "What the hell?! You're telling me this place kidnaps people, on top of that- makes us weak! Then expects us to fight for them? Without even offering us anything in return? What kind of joke is that? Are we all like slaves then in gladiator pits? What fool would even be willing to fight for someone who did that to them?"