If Mary hadn't shown herself at least mostly capable of following directions, he wouldn't tolerate this. Thankfully, Rosinante figures she probably actually will use some amount of common sense. Mostly. Maybe he just doesn't know, actually - it isn't like he can keep up with her daily wanderings. But he's pretty sure she hasn't murdered anyone and mostly he just worries she'll get herself hurt or worse in pursuing whatever she's compelled to do every day.

"Last time the ferry showed up was April," he says as he contemplates the fruit in his hand, then has another bite. Apricots are not even really one of his top things, but he is loving this one. Which, yeah, could be because he hasn't eaten a real meal in far too long.

"We had some extra stocked up since we thought this could happen. We'll have to set aside some of this again too," he decides, then frowns as he longingly eyes everything else on the table. It's like he'd forgotten how to be hungry but now as the sugar kicks in, he's desperately in need and just unwilling to give in. Still, what else is out there? If he could find some rice, maybe, and get a stir-fry going...

"Robin was hard to trust," he adds as if that's a good answer to the second question, then pushes himself to his feet to go through whatever else Mary brought in.