Gwen: Arthur, Hunith made you some food.
Arthur: Thanks. *mutters* I think.
Gwen: *stopping and turning back around* Food is scarce for these people, you shouldn’t turn your nose up at it!
*Arthur stares at her*
Gwen: Oh, no. I, I shouldn’t’ve spoken to you like that. I’m sorry.
Gwen: *leaving* I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. It won’t happen again.
*Gwen turns to face him*
Arthur: Thank you. You’re right.