Sigourney couldn't help but give a grim look at Kinu's comment of morbidity. Not that she disagreed, but rather because of the revelation of her thoughts being mired in the current events that had underlined the fragility of mortality. Despite this, Kinu's words held some wisdom in them, surprising considering the appearance of the masked woman's otherwise... casual approach to life. Indeed, Kinu's words had aptly reflected Sigourney's own life, having known no other world other than the confines of A-9's slums until now. She wondered if that was the intent of the masked woman, but did not verbalize this, instead preferring just to leave it open-ended.
With the topic of food, the young girl saw her chance for privacy, as she would rightfully predict that others would soon heed the call of hunger, not that she was immune to it. Rather it was the pressing need to be alone for a moment that overrode her basic desires.
"You go ahead," She began softly, "I need to... think about a few things on my own. I'll be back shortly if anyone asks."
That said, the girl broke off from the rest, stepping out into a nearby alleyway. That place might have suited her, but the need for complete loneliness compelled her to move upward, ascending to the roof with each handful of grimy brick, barely sturdy wood, and rusty iron. It was thereupon the cracked and mossy tile roofing that Sigourney felt it best to release her bottled-up grief.