"Making do with meagerness is something I am used to... it is second nature to me."
Solemnly looking down at the wrapper in her hands. Food so dull, so unfulfilling, yet vital for survival.
"It keeps me hardy enough to continue scavenging. That is all that matters."
Looking down at her, he would slowly shake his head. Before looking at her with curiousity.
"No. . .I am fine. I doubt the ration could satiate me anyways. . .but you look like you are in need of more food, huh?"
There was a hint of worry. . .
"Forgive me, a force of habit... my time with the guerilla forces of True Bolรญvarians has taught me to bow my head and give to my superiors."
Turning away, face cast down in faint reminisce before turning back.
"Everyone here has treated me in ways that I can't ever repay. I-
-am a simple clean up specialist.
I've seen so much Death, so much destruction, that being in a place like Rhodes Island, a place of healing and harmony, cooperation and revival... it irks me that I don't belong here."
Tugging on the edges of her yellow scarf instinctively.
Everyone here is so kind, so accepting of me... yet most do not bat an eye towards Death.
I wonder, of it... for me, who's always been a sweeper after the fact.
@id_oblitus
Offering the Doctor some small spoils she scavenged, packed into a cloth bag that's clearly seen years of use.
"In my time at Bolรญvar, it was customary to give up a share of whatever I found in exchange for letting me stick around... I hope you will accept it."
@IamWarborn
Munching on rations after a long session of scavenging, shield set aside as she mutedly bit off small parts each time, savoring each moment she got to snack.
Noticing the other man,
"...Do you wish to have some too?"
Hesitant, a small gift for someone unknown.