The giant tore the shell off, with a single movement, and Scott gagged on the smell of the meat, turning away. He wouldn't be able to stomach it, not until it was well cooked he was sure. He watched the giant place the dead man in the shell to bring him along, at least he seemed dead. Scott would hate to be him. If this were Scott's crew he'd have left him behind as nothing more than dead-weight, whether he was truly deceased or not. Scott let the woman at the rotten-smelling meat and flesh.<span style="font-style: italic">I suppose this is what happens when you weigh multiple tons and are permanently embedded to your clothes...</span><br/><br/>There was definitely enough for everyone, and anyone who happened to show up, along with their extended family. As the woman, Darina, cut off a small amount, Scott figured it was odd for her to comment such a thing without following it up with completely slicing the meat. Ah well. Maybe she'd grabbed enough to disappear and he wouldn't have to worry about her anymore.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">No, then you'd just keep checking your six. You know that.</span>"Oh shut up," Scott said, to nobody in particular. He went to check out the other bodies. He was absorbed in his new task, hardly noticing when she came back.