There's some surprise to that question. Growing up in overcrowded New York meant you just got used to people going about their business not asking after your being and certainly not offering food. It certainly doesn't help there's some avoidance of talking to people on the street more than necessary due if you weren't certain they were a wizard. Small talk and kindness from strangers simply isn't a thing Tina is used to and it shows from the incredulous way she quirks a brow.

The girl before her doesn't look harmful now does her intentions seem suspicious, but Tina still can't help the skeptical way she looks at the younger woman. "I'm fine," she answered measurable. It was half a lie, of course, she's on edge and irritated, but that's to be expected. She's certainly not going to take it out on the young woman if she can help it. She ignores the way her stomach seems to flip at the idea of food, either from hunger or an inability to eat at the moment she didn't care to know (unfortunately, Tina had a terrible habit of forgetting to eat when she was sick).

"I'll be fine," She addressed once more, offering the smallest forms of a flickering smile, "I wouldn't want to take food from anyone else, but thank you." A part of her wants to ask if she makes a habit of offering food to people, but she doesn't; It's both rude and the rules here are different. Different rules are simply part of her struggle.