Well, we are dealing with a rich princess, aren't we?

[ That's all she retorts with before downing her second glass. Faye doesn't understand what pacing means, so she intends to reach for the bottle again. However, the burning sensation in her chest causes her to re-think that decision. She stops and rests her head on the bar counter, looking almost defeated. None of these 'theories' had good endings. But that was the catch, wasn't it? ]

Food? [ After a moment, she'll lift her head back up. ] Don't you think they'd be trying to plump us up as much as possible if that were the case? [ She's really just trying to refute that theory because the very idea of being food to... something or another... was in the same vein of being set up to be killed and she wasn't accepting it. In spite of her initial thought being just that. ]

Maybe the princess is some huge, mutated creature. No one's heard of her, and probably for good reason.