Natasha looks up at the soft voice. Soft, but not timid, which is interesting. Not many people make it into adulthood with that particular combination. "You look like you're about to fall over." Not weak, necessarily, but overwhelmed. "Come on, sit down." Natasha slides her plate across the table so that it's in front of the empty spot she's urged Mulcahey to take. "You don't need money. No one has any. We all help one another out, only way it could work here. I haven't started eating yet. I'll go get another plate. You take this one."