[At least she can be thankful for that. There's a lingering look in his direction, almost as if she's trying to figure him out. If she has anything else to say, it's left unspoken. She wants to get this done as fast as possible.
The natives that run the food distribution aren't happy about her just barging in and demanding more, but she doesn't really give them much of a choice either. It's shoved into a bag that's resting over her shoulder, making it easy for her to go and retrieve one of the small bins of water of rain water she's collected. That bin is left on his porch, but she brings the food inside. It's tossed at his feet and she's left once again staring him down.]
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The natives that run the food distribution aren't happy about her just barging in and demanding more, but she doesn't really give them much of a choice either. It's shoved into a bag that's resting over her shoulder, making it easy for her to go and retrieve one of the small bins of water of rain water she's collected. That bin is left on his porch, but she brings the food inside. It's tossed at his feet and she's left once again staring him down.]