She gives a snort and seemingly a nod of her head in reply to that question. They are her goods, after all, although it likely wouldn't seem like it. Finishing, she whuffles, an almost expectant expression on her face, ears perking forward. She knows there are more, and she is a bit limited in her ability to pick things up. More, yes? The want for food currently outweighs any other feelings that she might be having.