Vanya grimaces in sympathy, her stomach its own kind of rebellion while she shakes her head. Which...poor idea. Even with her eyes closed it still sends the room spinning around her and the shudder that ripples through her threatens to turn into shivers. She doesn't remember it being that drafty in here but then again as Five's tried to explain to them, this may not be their Academy, not really, a quantum clone whose somethings are on a similar frequence to something something. Big physics talk that would give her a headache if she weren't already dealing with one.

"Nah," she answers, distracted. "Maybe some saltines?" For him, of course. Not her. Saltines are a bare step up from oatmeal even if they managed to not be stale.