She blinks twice, rendered slightly useless by the sunglasses she's still got parked on her face. But Gideon is breathing and she hunches forward, finally slowly and shakily retrieving the spoon from her mouth to put back into her cup.

"Yeah, just got blasted in the mouth, again. You spend your life reading that things can taste good and you're like, sure, maybe, but when everything you've ever had came in a ration packet or scraped out of the Ninth's crummy soil, you're not prepared for what good actually means." She has a second spoonful, no longer so unprepared that she's rendered silent but god it's still a real punch to get that explosion of fruit once again. She mumbles out- "I'm going to eat myself sick."