Part of Raven is glad she wasn't there, of course, but most of her is stuck on the guilt that she was somehow spared. From what Charles had told her, experiments in her future were instrumental in being used against the mutant race.

She can cause so much damage, she knows, and yet she couldn't save Theresa from what went on.

"Food," she says by way of response, because she still doesn't know what else to say. She's sorry, she's stunned, she's sick to her stomach. They make their way up the stairs, toward the kitchen. "What are you in the mood for?"

Probably anything, Raven figures, but she still asks.