Tina may not have stayed at the inn but in the months since arriving she came by often. Mostly it was to look into anything new on the lists and maps and see if there was something new. Today, however, she'd only just made it to the inn after her rearrival in the woods. Sorted out the sprain with some of the communal emergency supplies and didn't have the energy to leave just yet.

Instead the woman found herself in the kitchen, sitting at the island where Moana once had her do while she cooked fish. Propped carefully against the seat and giving anyone her entered a curt nod. She is of no mind to start any conversation and most seemed to go about their business without too much bother. Tina was just about ready to get up and make the small-- or perhaps today: long-- trek home when the other woman entered.

She placed her hand on the countertop and glanced over at the woman in confusion before she shook her head. "No, you're fine," She offered, her smile something more of a grimace before she let out a breath. "Were you looking for something? I'm sure someone will be making something to eat sometime soon."