At least he's stopped for a second.

She wraps her hands around the bars. "Get me one."

She could use a little something to eat, and if it makes him stop throwing rocks at that thing before she gets a headache, that'd be nice. It's tough to believe he doesn't have one already.

Kind of makes her think of a smart-ass comment he made to her once: there are nicer ways to wake a man up, Freckles.

She's not going to turn that one back around on him.