She cocked an eyebrow as he bragged about his seemingly good cooking skills, crossing her legs and looking up to him with an amused smile. She flickered her eyes over the box he held up, tilting her head. “You forget I’m a Land Runner. I’m aware of what it is, but I’m also poor so you’re right, I haven’t tasted any of it.” She let him have his spotlight, smiling slightly to herself. It seemed he was trying to distract himself from something, so she’d let him have this moment. As he cooked, she reviewed their notes, trying to make sense of anything that she could. Her eyes kept flickering over to the name she had circled earlier, and she had to will herself not to think of it. If she thought of it, she would only blame herself.<br/><br/>She looked up when he silently handed her food, watching as he walked back, eating his own food in silence. Though, to her, it wasn’t a comfortable silence. She just bit her lip, looking away from him as she began to eat, offering him a ‘thank you’. He seemed off, at least a little, but she decided to brush it aside as he voiced his plans to bury the knife. “Okay... I’m going to change for bed, then.” As he walked away, rubbing the soreness from his neck, she stood with a sigh. She walked through the cabin, down a hallways as she took the first door on the left. It was her bedroom. The other was Oliver’s, she couldn’t bear to set foot in there at the moment. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she changed into what she had determined long ago as her ‘sleep clothes’, consisting of an old cotton shirt Ollie had given her, and some broken down sweats from who knows how long ago.<br/><br/>She sat silently in the middle of her bed, her legs crossed underneath her body as she stared down at the pin in her hands. The one Oliver had passed to her before he took his last breath. She left the bedroom door open for Carson to come in if he wanted, but she couldn’t rip her eyes from the pin just yet.