"I...see," he says a little dubiously. But dubiousness isn't fair. It makes quite a lot of sense, really: those bars can keep dangers out just as easily as they can keep dangers in, of course. A well-fortified structure, few entrances, few exits...Dirty, of course, but as their current circumstances demonstrate, one ceases to care about dirt when one grows sufficiently desperate. Hm.

Well. He sweeps a bow towards her. "Might I fetch for you today's ration of food, Miss Greene?"