He says it like he's doing her a favour or something. Beth wants to survive, but she almost doesn't want to win. Because she'd have to live with herself after, and that might be worse than dying. He holds a piece of paper out for her and she eyes him for a moment before stepping forward to take it from him. He booked her a meeting at a mascara company? What does he want her to do, bat her eyelashes?

Lord.

But she is hungry, and not about to turn down food after going without it for so long. She takes a plate and leans against the kitchen island, taking small bites because she's learned the consequences of wolfing food down too fast. "Talk to you about what? I'm no good at talkin' about myself."