    Rarity hadn't notice Atchmon looking at her, wondering what she must think of him. As he looked back down at what he was doing, cutting off another slab of meat. Knowing it wasn't anything good, it was necessary. They were two strangers from two different worlds, in every conceivable sense. They would need to get used to each other, he could handle it. His inquisitive mind had a million questions running through it, but for now survival was taking priority over discovery. Learn, adapt, survive, that has been the way of things, but now he has to do something he hasn't done in a very long time. He has to communicate with another person. He cleared his throat.