Jess sets the pot on the counter with a thud. "Then what's getting wasted for?"

Right now, seems like it was just an in for him to outline the deficiencies of her daily life. She's fine to watch him pity himself -- she's fine to pity him too, if that's all he feels like doing. But she draws the line at him pitying her. Cupboard doors snapping open and shut, she grabs a bowl and heaps oatmeal into it.