Hmm.

[It's a cute attempt to intimidate, but Doctor Roussette had stared down far, far worse. If that ringleader had foregone the insults, the doctor might have been content to politely excuse herself. But that ship had sailed, and she was in no mood to leave this developing debacle empty-handed.

Thankfully, patience prevailed, and the jape only earned a quiet scoff-- and more importantly, it didn't earn a bit of sizzling spellcraft or a splattered exoskeleton as a retort. Fortunately for the arachnids in the room, she lacked her bodyguard's temper.

She did, however, share his persistence. And his desire to see some actual food. To whit, she gestured towards one of the cupcakes with her stylus.]

Nonetheless, you surely didn't make a storefront of baked goods to eat yourself. And any effort to reintroduce actual, quality, flavorful food into our stay on this station would certainly be an enterprise worthy of me and my colleagues'... support.

[Only then did she begin meandering- oh-so-incidentally towards the door- in slow, ambling strides.]

...unless, of course, it has some reason to hide from scrutiny.