Habit, plain and simple, of taking decent edibles back to camp. Why buy what can be found? Right now, her desires truly do align with wanting to find her friends. There's a level of frustration, but that's common with any newcomer trying to make sense of the place.

Folding her arms, Fever rolls over this information in her skull. It's bad news in the sense that she's gotten flung around to gods know where, that something wants to keep her there. But that's not an insurmountable obstacle. And if no one else came with her, then that means the guardian's safe - the others are capable enough to see to it, though they'll doubtless be distressed at her disappearance.

"You're right. That is good news and bad news at once. Okay. So how do I get un-elected?"

Because this isn't permanent. The concept of that hasn't even crossed her mind. As far as she thinks, this is a day trip that's a little out of hand.