[Honestly, the man is making her ravenous, the horror of the sandwich itself aside. Watching it disappear into his gullet, finally, brings with it a measure of relief. As such, his comment takes her by surprise and her eyebrows lift. Hangry?]
That's. A thought.
[Echoes sustain her, she can't say he's wrong, either. She doesn't know nearly enough about the people they're living among. She tips her head, weighing the thought, then makes a face that more or less conveys 'I accept this as a rational explanation but I'm not going to like it because it's also inherently ridiculous.']
Murder aside, and even if you're not going to have manners, aren't you curious?
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That's. A thought.
[Echoes sustain her, she can't say he's wrong, either. She doesn't know nearly enough about the people they're living among. She tips her head, weighing the thought, then makes a face that more or less conveys 'I accept this as a rational explanation but I'm not going to like it because it's also inherently ridiculous.']
Murder aside, and even if you're not going to have manners, aren't you curious?