"Any meat substituent tastes like regret and compromise."

She is pretty vehemently agreeing with this. Look, the least the universe could give her is a steak after everything she's been through, she feels. But no, she gets no steak or even a hamburger.

She gives a heavy sigh and leans her head back, staring at the ceiling.

"I just wanted like... a burger, Grif. I was stuck in a basement for eight days, they could have bent the rule for that."