"Pretty's got a price," Shepard told him, dusting her hands with a self-satisfied air, "I'm just meting out the consequences."

Whine whine whine, but Shepard had grown up needing twice the caloric intake of the next guy just to stay vertical, and she knows what it is to be hungry. Even if they don't eat them, she wants the security; there's no telling how long this will take, or if any particular attempt on the maze is the same length as any of the others.

"Two water-bottles, sandwiches, in baggies, go. I'm staying right here so you don't try to sneak off and make an ass of yourself."