It would seem that way. I'm surprised she wouldn't have cleaned up those snacks. [And a little disgusted. What happened to being so fastidious?

One steps back. She leaves the door open, but leans her back against the wall in the hallway. It's a pose not unsimilar to the one Dia herself struck at the beginning of their Wednesday meeting.]

The amount of candy she held was no more than many of ours. I can't assume greed was a motivator.