The good news for Pam is that there is a whole lot of chest for her to touch, right at eye level. The bad news is that the man who owns it has no idea what she's actually talking about. He looks down at her, brow furrowed in heavy thought. "One moment..." His voice is a deep, heavily accented German. "I might have something."

He starts immediately digging through his pockets. Reinhardt knows he has whatever is on him. Everything he owns, it's in a van somewhere in Bavaria. He's sure Brigitte will look after his armor, as she always has. He needs to worry about here and now. But he's better looking after others than looking after himself.

This is why he finally pulls out a wrapped candy from his pocket. It's positively tiny in his huge hand. He hold it out to her, totally unaware that he's possibly the largest juice box ever. "This is all I have. I am sorry, Miss. You can have it though. Maybe it will help until we find where we are supposed to be going. Then we can find you proper food."