[Even her vague amusement at Miss Toni's attempts to ward away the bad things can't wipe the look of worry off her face. She really enjoys the food, and finds herself eating more out of anxiety more than anything. But her stomach is a little sick, just like it used to be in those days leading up to her death back in Hawkins.]

Aren't the candles going to attract attention?

[Chrissy asks Johnnie, nervously tearing a tortilla apart into tiny pieces.]

It's just that there's a lot of windows here, and anyone can see through.

[She pauses only briefly, before the tortilla tearing stops and she frets her hands together in her lap.]

Maybe I should just go out there.

[But instead of getting up and going, she starts to eat the tortilla pieces she's scattered across a plate.]