"No thanks to you," she mutters. It's for form's sake, really.

There's a little start of movement, like with anyone else she'd be going in for the hug. But that's right. Maine doesn't like that. And normally she'd take it as a challenge, but not right now. The thought of trying to hug Maine and having him go all stiff isn't one she can really handle at the moment. Instead she reaches out and grab the hem of his shirt instead.

"Thanks for bringing the food." That's important. Because she does appreciate it.