Catra first sniffs her coffee, which smells amazing. Then the sandwich, which also smells amazing. The sandwich is lifted in both hands and then she takes a large bite. Chews. There's a smile, a genuine smile, on Catra's face.

"It's good!" She says. "All we had, you know, were the ration bars. Which were usually gray." She's talking between bites, wolfing down the sandwich and hardly stopping to chew.